Chickenesque

With half of her forearm uncomfortably inside the chicken, J'Non realized with sudden clarity why it was people preferred to buy disjoined chicken.

Several minutes before:
Once the attractively concealing blue package was removed from the body, she narrowed her eyes at the opening in the back of the chicken. "I think I remember that sometimes there are parts in there" she mused, and gamely thrust in a hand to see if the poultry cave was occupied. Indeed, there were several cold and squishy occupants of questionable identity, some of which were helpfully detached from the main carcass. These were dispensed with quickly, accompanied by an almost imperceptible curl of her upper lip.

Upon embarking on another sweep, she found with some alarm that several of the aforementioned unidentified squishy chicken objects seemed to be attached somehow. Breathing an audible "Ugh," she pulled firmly at the USCO's until several released, albeit sullenly. With a slight shiver, she widened the opening just enough to scan the interior for any recalcitrant that might remain. Indeed, something whitish and bean-shaped clung doggedly to the cavity. Just what it might be, she didn't know, but it certainly looked like an organ. Maybe even a lobe. She shuddered at the thought. Steeling her own bean-shaped organs, she reached in and squeezed with all her might to extract it. It fought mightily for so small a warrior, but it ultimately fell upon its fallen brethren, into that special hades for the bean-shaped and whitish.

And that is why people pay 3 prices for boneless, skinless chicken.