I'm picturing a conversation in my mind.
"Boss, I think dat was the last piece a chikin...whatrwe gon do? Alotta people gunna be mad if we tellem all we gots is cole slaw, beans, and potaters"
"Well, sonny, I think the only thing we can do is close up real quick like before anybody notices."
*talks into microphone*
"Ok y'all, it's quittin' time! We closin' up early, there ain't NO MO' CHIKIN'!!"
*gasps* "No more chikin? Fur reals? Dang..."
"Yea, you heard. DUH CHIKIN' IS GONE. Sumbuddy hand me a black marka an' a piece a papah, I gots to putta sign on the door..."
"Iz that a customa' walkin' in?"
"Yikes Melvin, it is a customa! Who's gonna tell 'em we're outta chikin'?"
"I will, boss...it's ok, I got my earbuds in so I won' even hearum if they start a yellin'"
*approaches customer*
"Yes, good evening. I'd like your 6 piece wings, crispy fried with extra crispy bits..."
"Sur, I'm sorry, but we ain't got no mo' chikin' for the night."
"What? You're out of chicken? But this is Kentucky Fried Chicken - how can you be out of chicken? That would be like Pizza Hut being out of pizza, or Burger King being out of burgers..."
"Yessir, we know, and Imma sorry for the inco'veeninz. But we really are like, totally outta chikin'."
*manager comes back with sign and tapes it onto the door*
"Ok, y'all gots your stuff? Lets get outta here!"