Thanksgiving was going well until the roast turkey sprouted spider legs and tentacle eyestalks. We had to flee.
Those shapeshifting alien things are versatile, I’ll give them that.
But so am I at improvising a lighter, turkey baster, and cooking oil flamethrower.
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