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You know what <span class="mu-i">else</span> his ‘<span class="mu-i">bro</span>’ did, you ask as your hand dives into your pockets! Clasping your fingers around the item you were searching for, you give the approaching turkey a toothy grin!
He <span class="mu-s">DIED!</span>
“Jesus, Stan, too soo-”
Taken off-guard by your frankly disturbing lack of social tact, Tory’s attack is foiled when you bring your own <span class="mu-g">ABS</span> crashing into his with a fierce roar!
… of the engine, of course. Alright, you roar a little too. Why not?
Disengaging from your parry, Tory spins on his axis like a helicopter, swiping at your head with both <span class="mu-r">ABS</span> <span class="mu-i">and</span> his beak! Ducking and dodging as best as you can with a screwed-up ankle, you’re just about to fall back a bit when the turkey tornado slows to a swaying, dizzy halt!
“<span class="mu-i">OoOoOooOooooohhh…</span>” He groans as he drunkenly swings his <span class="mu-r">ABS</span> in your direction, “<span class="mu-i">HoOOllld STtilll, BbIsh… Grob…</span>”
You’ve got an opening! While Tory struggles to recover amidst a chorus of worried gasps, you take the opportunity to:
>LASER EYE AGAIN! KEEP THAT DISTANCE FROM THE HEAD!
>TRY TO SLICE OFF HIS HEAD–RISKY, BUT REWARDING!
>HOBBLE HIM! YOU COULD GO FOR A TURKEY LEG OR TWO!
>WRITE-IN!
