THREE // how do you kill something that's already dead?

[wavewalker]

Let's see, we've been locked in, with no way to get out of the house- and believe me, I've tried- and someone is shoving food beneath our proverbial doors. This place is suddenly feeling more like a prison than it was yesterday. I hope this isn't the new norm.

[ background noise would suggest he's moving- heading for the front door where the turkeys lay ]

I'm hearing a lot of commotion- something to do with the turkeys. Has anyone run across one that doesn't try to kill you in any way, shape, or form?

[ suddenly! an ear-splitting shriek, and a clatter as the phone hits the floor ]

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[wavewalker]

Frankly, I'd take the acid. [ IT'S STILL SOBBING ]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

I dunno, the acid wasn't pretty... Wrestling with the turkey was kinda fun, though! [l-laughing] It was a good workout, at least~

[wavewalker]

[ moving awaaaay from the turkey, but the sobbing doesn't seem to be getting any quieter ]

And how, pray tell, did you stop it? I mean, it's already dead and roasted.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

The same way I would handle any other living, uncooked opponent, of course! A few stabs and some magic did the trick~ I kinda trashed the living room, though...

[wavewalker]

A small price to pay to defeat the roasted menace.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

And now, at last, the denizens of Mayfield are safe from the likes of violent turkeys, thanks to the great Miakis~!