The Adventures of Detectipolt

The Kentucky Fried Killer

Author's Note: Hello friends, tis us the Evil Author Overlords and this is our most serioius KFC fanfic yet out of all of our other KFC fanfics. Theis is not laughing matter and is very serious. We've been planning this story for a long time now and we are very pkleased that we can finally share it with the world. You're welcome kids.

Here are the rules:

We can't backspace (we can go back and yehadd stuff just not erase)

We have to stop writing at 7:36 pm 2/21/17 AD

The Kentucky Fried Killer

Mr. Potter was a fairly regular man, for all the KFC (kentucky fried killer) knew, and was just the meaty traget he was looking for. He was walking on the street, arms waving at his sides as he whistles a merry tunbe. He did not see the fat man in the wheel chair wheeling up behind him, smirking his greasy face while holding something in his hands. It looked kinda like chicken but (spoilers) it was not chiken. Nope, it was a gift card. But it was chicken related. Because it had a picutere of chicken on it.

Anyway, Mr. Potter walked pturned to see the she wheel chair man and was surprised that he did not see him coming earlier, because he did not move very fast., He smiled and started ot say hello when the man shoved the gift card into his hand and said, "it's ifinger lickin good" with a swink. Mr. Potter looked down at the gift card with confusion, and felt himself smile when he saw that it was a gift card to Kentucky Fried Chicken, his favorite Kentucky restaurant that wserves chicken. For relavtively low prices really u should try it

Anyway, Mr. Potter thanked the mysterious fat man (he was in a wheelchair because he was rea;ll;y fat) and headed off to ther nearest KFC with a spring in his step.

"Wait up," said the fat man, and Mr. Pottwer swivelled around.

Pr. Potter nodded and slowed his pace so that the man could wheel next to him.

"Do... do you like... jazz?" asked Mr. Potter, trying to mke smalltalk.

"Why yess i remember when jasz came about it was very fun but you should hurry friend the gift card expires today."

"YOu just said to wait up for you."

"Oops No matter, just run along, I'll catch up with you. Don't leave the store without me." the man cackled evillit for some mysterious reason.

Mr. Potter's srtomach growled and he sped up, able to see KFC up ahread by now. He broke into a sprint in his excitement.

He burst thropugh the KFC dorr and slammed the giftcard on the desk saying "Yay chicken!1"

The cashier (who was Barry B. Benson) said "ok" and gave him chicken and Mr. Potter was ver happy. To finally have his chicken.

He bagan to eat the chicken and when he was done, he licked his fingers because it was finger lickin' gud.

At that moment, The kentucky fried killer wheeled through the door and they made eye contact as Mr. Potter choicked as the arsinic started to take affect.

The KFC laughed as he watched Mr. Potter die on the floor, and then he heard sputtering form behind the counter. He wheeled over and found the cashier dead because they had touched the gift card and then stole some chicken because it was so finger lickin good. Now, he marvelled at their death; as their life was choicked out he smiled and. cackled

He began searched for something to carve them with.

Across the country, Obmama was relaxing on the beach. His shades were pulled over his eyes as he sighed, finally free of the presidency and the burderns that came with it.