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With both legs and body out of commission, you do the only thing you can think of with a murderous turkey lunging for your throat! Activating your <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR,</span> the shell performs its job admirably and almost immediately as Tory’s beak <span class="mu-i">slams</span> into it with the force of a jackhammer!
Though your neck jerks backwards from the ferocity of the blow, the turkey gets the shittier end of the stick–pulling away from your face with a beak covered in slowly-spreading hairline fractures, Tory lets out a mournful ‘<span class="mu-i">GOB</span>’ as you feel his grip around your body weaken!
“QUIT DRAGGIN’ YER’EELS AN’ MURDER ‘ER, YA TIM’ROUS BAAAAHSTARD!”
“No!” Sybil shouts over the irate sheep-headed skeleton, “Kill <span class="mu-i">HIM,</span> Stanley! Kill him <span class="mu-i">FIRST!</span>”
Hey, that’s the best idea you’ve heard all night! Fighting through the pain in your chewed up legs and sore neck, you beat Tory to the punch and decide to:
>LASER EYE HIS ASS! YOU’RE SO CLOSE!
>BUST LOOSE AND CARVE THIS TURKEY UP!
>YOU’VE GOT ARMOR–HEADBUTT HIM UNTIL HE CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT!
>WRITE-IN!
