And then a caption appears on the bottom of the screen: "CAUTION: The following scene may be intense for young children." Well, gee, why would young children be watching this? Greg and a bunch of kids -- mostly the Red District, because as the Upper Class they have nothing better to do -- carry a couple of live chickens out to a chopping block at the end of the windy street. Greg instructs Anjay on how to hold the first bird in place while he prepares to sever the head. And then he unceremoniously does so, with one swing from a small hatchet. I can't tell if it's actually shown, because the bottom of my screen is hidden by a tornado warning. Stupid weather. Most of the kids watching freak out at the carnage. And the chicken's headless corpse isn't helping, with all the wing-flapping and what not. "It was running around in circles! Clucking at me! It was deeead!" Jared interviews. I'm trying not to be so hard on Jared, because he's a lot like I was at eleven: constantly trying to be funny, and constantly failing. Now I try less. Still holding the flapping corpse, Greg assures everyone that the chicken died instantly and we're just watching mindless final reflexes, much as we do when we tune in to The Real World. To her credit, Emilie came out to witness the executions instead of washing her hands of the whole thing, but now she runs back into town, interviewing that it was too upsetting. Greg dispatches the second chicken, which isn't the drama hen the first one was. Or maybe Anjay is just holding this one more firmly. Jared gives the crowd a speech about speeding up the natural circle of life or what not. They're already dispersing, wondering how to speed up the natural cycle of Jared shutting up.