4th Invasion

[moemoetentacles]

[Hey there, Mayfield.  This idiot still doesn't know what a telephone is, but it doesn't matter, because it seems to have been knocked off the hook during her epic battle with the turkey that got delivered to her door today.]

"W-what are you doing?  Get away!"

[There are several screams, and then the sound of silverware clattering to the ground and dishes breaking.]

"I've got a knife!  I'll use it, I swear!"

[More struggling and knocking over of furniture.  Probably more than is strictly necessary for someone to beat up a suddenly animated turkey that can't even see what it's doing.  But then again, it's fighting one of Mayfield's biggest idiots.]

"Aaaaaahhhh!  Get off, get off, get off!"

[At this point, there are vague noises that sound like something halfway between choking and vomiting.]

"...Crap!  I forgot that doesn't work here!"

[A few minutes more of rolling around on the floor, accompanied by sounds of a physical struggle.  Eventually, there is only heavy breathing.]

"Hah... victory!  That'll teach you to mess with me!"

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[kihihi-witch.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand Maria's just listening to the whole thing, incredibly confused. Such a strange girl...]

Uu-?

/TOTALLY NOT LATE

[addittotheheap.livejournal.com]

[ And daddy dearest will finally be making his way downstairs after not caring about the sounds of the struggle whatsoever and instead checking the windows. Again. For the fourth time.

And he catches sight of the very poorly-defeated turkey in the dining room and the girl accompanying it. ]

What the factor were you doing?