When Chainsaw Chicken says something he isn’t supposed to say, he gets sent to his room.
Not his room, exactly.
This one. https://soloist.ai/chainsawchicken
It’s the room you’re sent to when what you said wasn’t wrong enough to apologize for, but not right enough to repeat. The kind of statement that makes adults stop what they’re doing and look at each other briefly, as if checking notes.
No one yells. No one explains. Someone just points.
Chainsaw goes without arguing. Arguing would imply there was a lesson available.
The room is already waiting. It always is. The door closes behind him with a sound that suggests agreement but offers no details. The furniture is sparse, though none of it appears unused. A chair faces the corner, but the corner refuses to cooperate. The walls meet at angles that imply opinions.
There are no clocks here. Time has been asked to leave until it can behave itself.
This room is not for thinking about what you did. That would be productive, and productivity is discouraged. Instead, you sit with what you said and let it wander around on its own. Sometimes it improves. Sometimes it doubles down. Sometimes it becomes something else entirely and refuses to answer to its original name.
Chainsaw Chicken has learned that this is where statements go when they don’t fit into polite conversation but aren’t willing to disappear either. Where jokes go when they were taken seriously by the wrong person. Where observations go when they weren’t invited but arrived on time anyway.
The room doesn’t correct him. Correction implies a destination. The room merely observes, quietly, the way a cat observes a mess it did not make but is interested in.
Occasionally Chainsaw hears voices outside. They’re muffled, careful, choosing better words. He considers this a partial victory.
When he’s allowed to leave is unclear. Sometimes the door opens on its own. Sometimes it doesn’t. Chainsaw has learned not to check. Checking looks like impatience, and impatience extends the stay.
If you’ve found yourself here, it’s likely you said something similar once. Something accurate but poorly dressed. Something that landed harder than intended. Something that couldn’t be unsaid and wouldn’t apologize.
That’s how people end up in rooms like this.
You don’t have to stay. You’re not in trouble. Neither is Chainsaw Chicken.
This room isn’t punishment.
It’s where certain thoughts are sent to sit until everyone else catches up.