Don't worry, I have no plans to eat the live chickens. If I did, you would have a flock of Thing-chickens, and no one in the Nexus wants that. Bob smiles, a little creepy coming from a dog.

It's no surprise that his fur feels soft and doggy. The fur is a perfect imitation of a real dog's fur.

Choking wouldn't be an issue for me. Bones are organic. I could simply absorb the bone into my tissue - I can't suffocate like people do. But thank you for the warning. Bob jumps onto the patio, patiently waiting for Cricket to give him chicken as he wags his tail.