They're apparently having to tag their frozen chickens now. They're getting away with frozen chickens. It's not like it's something easy to nick, is it? A whole frozen chicken. Especially one that's starting to melt. What do ya do - "Oh, I'm a pregnant woman... and me waters have just broken..."
I know a way to get out, right. Thinking beyond the box is to put a chicken on your head and then start screaming about being genetically modified. Everyone would be terrified about it.
A frozen chicken?
But really go for it, ram it on! Maybe sellotape it around, right? And then go "WWWWUUURRRGHHH!! WUUURRRGGGHHH!!" And then everyone - "Back off! It's happened, it's happened!" You get home, nom nom nom, yknow!
That is an incredible plan. It's just - I can't, I can't see a flaw in that plan! You walk into a shop, you ram a frozen chicken onto your head-
Or Blutac!
Really ram it on!
And then go "Ooooaaagghhh!!" And that alone has them going "I'm terribly sorry!"
Why not have sweeties for eyes and sausages for fingers? Nothing for desert in your plan, Howard?! YOU'VE JUST NOT THOUGHT THIS THROUGH, HAVE YOU?!?!