Y--yeah, that would be great actually! [The chicken child brightens considerably at that.] My friends are named Abby, Runt, and Fish. Tell them that I... that I'm gonna be okay. That there's really good people looking out for me here, and that we'll all see each other again someday... just, uh, not anytime soon. Hopefully. Please stress that part for me, I don't want them trying to come here until it's actually their time.

... And... also tell Abby for me... tell her that I love her?

[Because if there was one good thing in his life, it was that he had a wonderful girl like her in it.]