Subtlety is not Katy’s style here. For four minutes we see her get floured, breaded, basted, and boiled by menacing chefs. Once she’s cooked to perfection, she’s presented to a group of hungry diners (and Migos), taking all that food wordplay to creepy, cannibalistic levels.
If you can make it through seeing Katy’s tongue get charred by a blowtorch, then you’re in for a surprise twist, as our freshly garnished gal pole-dances her way to pixie-cut freedom. Oh, and the last shot may ruin your appetite forever. Just FYI.