How many people can say they've seen a werechicken hanging off the Empire State Building? It's one of those things you just have to see. So Ryan opens his eyes and sticks his head through the roof to get a better look rather than risking leaning over one of the men. He doesn't expect to see it right away. After all, chickens are rather small.

...apparently werechickens aren't, and he stares agape at the fifty foot frozen chicken squatting on the top of the building.

"You said it was freshly hatched," Ryan says, slightly accusing as he looks at Egon. Quickly realizing that's a bad idea, he shuts his eyes again.