The Internet's Worst Chicken Flew into My Mouth

“I don't want it! Just stop and let me finish smelling it!” “That's even worse!” The chat drowned in laughter. Then the scooter reached an intersection. A little boy chasing a red balloon slipped from his mother's hand and ran into the street. A truck came around the corner, horn blaring, less than fifteen meters away. Chen Nuo's mind emptied. The world slowed. He saw the child's terrified eyes, the floating balloon, and General Crunch at the edge of his vision lowering its ridiculous spear to point forward. Chen Nuo pushed off. His slippers burst like two discount fireworks. He crossed the lane, scooped up the boy, kicked off a billboard, and tumbled into a breakfast shop's stack of cardboard boxes just before the truck roared past.