Disciples,
The prophecy foretold it… our first ever in-studio guest joins the congregation: the culinary chaos-bringer himself, Chef de Party (@sheff_de_party). Together, we ventured into the greasy, gore-soaked fryer that is Troma’s Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead.
What followed was not a feast, but a massacre.
Buckets of trauma. Rivers of regret.
A cinematic experience so foul, it left Sean, Ash, and Chef all questioning their very devotion to trash cinema.
Buckets of trauma. Rivers of regret.
A cinematic experience so foul, it left Sean, Ash, and Chef all questioning their very devotion to trash cinema.
This isn’t just fast food horror — this is a full-blown drive-thru apocalypse.