Yesterday, birds came from dinosaurs*. Today, they're going back.
At a factory poultry farm in Nebraska, someone has been playing with nature. In the ongoing attempt to raise faster-growing, more flavorful birds that can be raised in ever-smaller cages, breeders accidentally activated ancient dormant genes, turning the mildest of farm animals into bloodthirsty killing machines with an oddly familiar taste. And if a narcoleptic USDA inspector and an overeducated tractor repairman can't stop them before they complete their breeding cycle, then the Midwest doesn't stand a chance.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you:
*Yes, okay, not really. But work with me here.