Post Twenty Seven: A Clang Well Done

[witchofthechalk]

 [You know what shouldn't try to attack you? Roasted Turkey's, Tiffany was quite positive of this fact. Which is why she's rather irritated when the one delivered to her house jumps to life. 

She kills it quickly enough with a frying pan. Family. Feel free to walk in at any point of the drama.]


It's probably much too late. But watch out for the turkey being delivered. Mine at least was trying to attack me.

They're not particularly hard to kill though. I recommend a frying pan instead of a knife. Blunt force trauma works wonders and you don't have to get in as close. 

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[This is spoken in between several loud metallic clangs as of a frying pan being used to murder giant spiders.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes it seems to be staying dead this time. I'm cutting it up to be sure though. Maybe I'll let England cook it. [Burn it to death]

Did yours leap out of it's pan as well?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, mine just [WHAM] exploded into a million [SLAM] engorged spiders, that's all.

[KABLAM]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

....that really shouldn't surprise me.

How are you doing?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I'm batting eleven for one now. It takes about two hits before they die, I think.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Not too horrible then. Would you like me to let you get on with your spider killing then?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I'm mildly distracted, yes. Just as long as you're alright.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I'm just about to go see if France is finished hiding behind the couch at the moment.

Good luck with the spiders.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Try to enjoy your holiday as much as you can.

[CLAAAAAANNNGGG ~]

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Hiding behind the couch while she beats the thing to death.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[After a moment.]

You can come out now.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Strolls towards her, cool as can be.] I wasn't scared.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I'm sure you were doing a very good job guarding that couch.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Exactly! [Prods the turkey with his foot.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly certain it's dead now.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Prod prod prod.] What a waste of food...

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Oh I think it's still edible.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Bah dis donc! [Picks it up and carries it into the kitchen.] Help me clean it, oui?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I think it's clean already.

[Following him in]

It seemed ready to eat except for it's ability to attack.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

It was just on the floor, it's dirty.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

That's true.