"I definitely don't wanna eat Thing eggs," Cricket smirks, then looks thoughtful. "But after you eat fried chicken, you can be a chicken if you want to?"

He's not sure what the use of that would be, except for hiding, but it does present some interesting possibilities.

He just watches as Bob absorbs the meat. It's visually a little strange, when you're used to dogs crunching up whatever they're eating and dropping crumbs everywhere. Less messy this way, though.