Now that there are extravagant claims that the chickens are descended from Tyrannosaurus rex, I am somewhat more willing/disposed to manfully eat rubber chicken/raw chicken.

In any case, I think that saying people kill themselves with tobacco is much more plausible than having T. rex be Sunday dinner's grand-grand daddy.

This month's Far Side calendar page has a chicken removing part of a dog costume and sassing the humans, who are actually sitting around the table, eating their dog Fifi.

I compare the situation of the people cooking/eating their dog with those who want to restrict gun ownership. Possibly intelligent, but shockingly, possibly so woefully wrong, when wily ruthless chickens are theoretically restlessly roaming "out there", beyond their baseball bat and dull castrating knives reach.