Extend the Story - Add a Room

Peck, peck. Peck. PECK. Hey, you're getting good at this. Peck. Peck. Peckpeck, peck. Peck. PECK. What's that? A worm? Ohno you don't! And then you runrunrun, and then runrunrun, poise, stab, GOT him! Gulp, gulp gulp, oh that's good!
A little too good. You look down at yourself. Uh-oh, this won't do... you realize you're covered with feathers. And you have clawed feet. And a beak and a comb and a .... KWAACK!! OMG, you're a- you are a--
No, don't say it, don't say it! The minute you do you just know you are damned to live out the rest of your life as a--
NOOOOO!!!
Okay, stop. Think! Gotta be sure what to do, even if you're a--NNOO!!
and mebbe if you don't look again it wasn't true to begin with.
On the other hand, you are a seven-foot chicken, one with a stabbing beck and lots of sharp, slashing spurs. One wearing a leather jacket to boot.

Head toward Columbia, home of the Fighting Cocks