Chicken Dinner Factory

is one of the most bizarre videos i've seen here on metacafe. whenever i'm feeling goofy i watch this one

Those kids talking in the background were so funny!

I don't care I am hungry and still going to eat ckikin...Here chikie chikie, ah what the heck bring in the cows and lamb.. im making barbeque

People Eating Tasty Animals

what's wrong with eating them chicken ? And what's with the terrorist thing ? Just another PETA propaganda .

Girl: We got to go to the TV dinner factory.
Boy: Yeah!
Girl: We got to see how they made frozen chicken dinners.
Boy: Ooooh, yummy.
Girl: They start out so cute.
Boy: So pretty. And then they’ll be pretty delicious! When I saw the chickens I yelled, ‘Are you my dinner yet?!’ I said, ‘Hurry up and be my dinner!’
Girl: This is where we learn to accept murder.
Boy: Furry!
Girl: Oooh, look, that’s what they make baby chicken nuggets out of. Yum!
Boy: I’ll show you how my butt makes nuggets.
Girl: If those chickens could talk they’d say balk balk!
Boy: There’s my maid! There’s another one of my maid! They speak in that maid talk.
Girl: Espanol.
Boy: Chicken genocide. Chicken [not sure what that word is]
Girl: Where’s your UN now? Fry it up, yeah!
Boy: I screamed at the workers. ‘Show me how you work. Make chicken dinners faster!’ Chicken dinners make me stronger so I can yell louder.
Girl: That factory stunk like my grandpa’s spit cup. Deeeeelicious!
Boy: Those workers floored me with their lack of shame doing their jobs. They acted like it was normal, like they were human. Were they?
Girl: Look, daddy’s magic powder! The secret ingredient is [???]. Rat feces. Cockroaches. That’s what makes it yummy, delicious filth. Those chickens were almost as [don’t know] as my mommy. I got to drink oil right out of the fire.
Boy: I would drink a gallon of scalding grease, just to see when he smiles, grandma.
Girl: I wish I had legs. Corn. I found corn in my stool. I sold it to a factory. That makes me throw up a hundred and twenty times a minute. If you eat that food, you do too.
Boy: Yeah!
Girl: Now, if they could only sell a mother’s love in easy packages.
Boy: They do. It’s called a boxed mommy. [??]
Girl: Oh, do they? I hear in some countries they cook their own meals. Losers. We eat out of a box.
Boy: We’re dispropor tionately disconnected from our meals. Yeah! And this is what the terrorists use.

we eat meat, we kill animals!