[Ralph nods.]

I will, I promise. Do ya want me to come back now? Or should I lay low for a while?

[Ralph grimaces as well, though there's a part of him that wonders if he had eaten any of the chickens or if he had just senselessly killed them.

It didn't really matter, though, dead chickens were dead chickens.]

'Bout how many chickens do ya think you'll need?