My digestive system is starting to get used to the destructive powers of delicious Chicken in a Biskit. Instead of waiting a few hours to experience intense abdominal pain and explosive diarrhea, my butt detonates only an hour after finishing a box. It starts with an acute punch in my stomach, and the discomfort slowly intensifies to red alert and I sprint to the toilet before my butt muscles weaken and squirt out the liquefied biskits. Then I sit on the toilet for 10 minutes while the bowl fills up with dark mush. Surprisingly, this time it didn’t smell like poop. It oddly smelled like sunbaked skin after a day at the beach. Don’t ask me how that’s possible. Anyway, I’d sit through the poop pains again for a box of Chicken in a Biskit. My mouth salivates just thinking about it (the biskits, not the poop).