Seriously, it grosses me out with it's skin and slime and bone and *shudder* - I can't talk about this anymore.
On a more hilarious note, I read this recently, "For each Mt. Vesuvius Burger sold, 50 cents will go to the National Center for Missing & Exploited Chicken® (NCMEC)." Apparently, it really said "Children," not "chicken." Silly hungry brains playing tricks on us.