"How would food cause--" He pauses, mid-sentence, kind of sounding like he needed a double take in the middle of what he was saying. In fact, Fabian's mouth opens and closes for a moment without voicing anything else before he finally continues to ask: "Are those ghost chickens?"

How else would something just pass through them? That's a ghost thing. They're chickens. Ghost chickens.

Fabian looks absolutely baffled at the idea.

"I haven't seen a single chicken here before, let alone ghost chickens!"