Turkey Day!

[alittleblackmagic]

[phone, public]
...........the best ..... ever!  Mia, Shiraasan, Canada, come over here and look!  Where are you guys?!  Look, it's trying to pick up the knife, this is so cool, it's like a zombie turkey or something does anyone have like that thing that freezes moments in time so we can look at this again late -- Whoa!  H-Hey, stop -- No, put that down hey no not -- OOOOOWWW how the YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE LIMBS STOP THAT.

MIAAAAA!
DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE SAID I COULD ONLY BLOW UP THE HOUSE ONCE EVERY FEW WEEKS or so and only when I really had to please please please i really want to blowuptheturkeyitkeepstryin.....

[The voice fades away.  Palom will take calls about his homicidal turkey after a massive explosion resounds through the telephone, though.]

Comments

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Because she doesn't want to be set on fire, and she doesn't want to stab Palom]

Stop moving!

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom complies by smashing into the door again and falling over. The fire has almost burned out by this point.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[FACE. PALM.

She slaps the remaining flames with a wet towel. WHAT A MESS.]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Mia, I think my face has melted off.

[If it had, he wouldn't sound so nonchalant about it.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sure it has.

[HELLO SMALL CHILD LEARN TO SARCASM FROM MOM]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Aren't you gonna do anything about it or are you gonna stand there while the turkey eats my face.

[Sarcasm detector not found. Please reboot computer.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[In response Mia grabs the turkey again and yanks]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[And finally, the homicidal turkey pops off, leaving Palom with . . .

Actually those look like some pretty bad scratches.]

Owwwww! Sheesh. I think you pulled off half my skin, too.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

My most sincere apologies.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom's immediate reaction to being freed is to spring for the knife that the turkey had attempted to use.]

Hyaaaaaaah!

[And stab it straight at the baked fowl.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Mia's just going to watch because. wtf.]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Shards of turkey go flying everywhere A few minutes later, Palom is panting with his foot triumphantly on the downed turkey.]

Dinner's served!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

... You put your foot on that.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

It's clean. I just washed up three hours ago.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Yes, and then you walked on the ground.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

The ground is. Um. Clean, too.

[Actually now it has turkey bits all over it but.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that's not true.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

I definitely remember you mopping it three or four days ago.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Three or four days?

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

How dirty could it possibly get? Think of all the hard work I put into fighting this thing.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Which is why we should simply leave it as a token of your victory.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm taking another bite first.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Just don't make more of a mess.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Raaaaawr. Palom the Victorious viciously stabs his prey once again.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Clean up after yourself, please.