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

[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.