Never Ask Me About My Business

<Dirge scratches his head.>$B$BA 500 pound chicken? There\'s no such thing! Not anymore, at least. I knew of such a chicken... The Black Chicken of Death...$B$B<Dirge\'s voice trails off.>$B$BBut yes, nobody ever saw that chicken and lived to tell the tale. I\'ve got an idea that could benefit the both of us, kid.