Crunch Beat

Twist, tap, roll! I vaulted off the blanket heap straight onto the kitchen counter on the hunt for whatever this 'fried chicken' beat was about. Found it! A greasy cardboard box propped open wide, smelling salty and warm. I rattled my yellow handle against the stiff card lip—snap! Inside was a crinkly brown paper bag. I gave it a sharp, rhythmic nudge with my teal knob, drumming out a crisp, sizzling cadence against the parchment. Crunchy, greasy, loud! No snacking gear on me, but what a sound test.