The Last Time I will Eat Mini-Stop Chicken

Whenever I have Mini-Stop chicken I'm unbelievably upset with myself, like a single girl with a sad movie and bucket of ice cream. It's my quick fix for dinners if I don't feel like making, or even waiting, for actual food. Simply go up to the cashier in the Mini-Stop and point to the skewered, deep-fried nuggets you wish to eat. Sometimes they warm it for you other times they don't. Either way it's deep-fried so its obviously cooked right.

SPOILER ALERT: IT DOESN'T!!

Yesterday, feeling peckish after some pick-up Ultimate (such an awesome time) and knowing that my sink was already jammed with dishes I accepted the fact that I would have no motivation to wash dishes and then make food. I had too choose between doing two arduous tasks or eating the chicken on a stick. I took the chicken, at the counter I impulsively ordered two skewers. The cashier put them in a bag and held out his hand.
"Oh, you're not going to heat it, that's okay because it's already been cooked and battered. What could go wrong anyways? Here's your 2,400 won."

I walked out of the store and across the road into my building pulling off one nugget at a time. While waiting for the elevator I pulled off a rather large nugget of warm, delicious meat from the skewer. It was so big, "How big was it?" it was a two-biter. Then it all went downhill. I looked at what was left in my hand. A crusted outside and a pink middle:
WHAT
THE
HELL
I spat out the gob of raw meat back into the bag it came in. I could feel my stomach turning. Rage building. How can this happen? I don't care to find out. But I'm gonna tell you flat out that I'm never eating Mini-Stop chicken again. Now it's ramen or nothing. So say goodbye to that marginalized single girl eating a gluttonous amount of ice cream while watching The Notebook burrowed inside me.  She's dead. But don't mourn, celebrate! Because it is one more step on the road to accidentally becoming a vegetarian. healthier person.