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Fandom High Office, Thanksgiving
Nov. 23rd, 2006 01:43 pmThe office was quiet for the holiday. Not even the skeletons were out, and everyone was thankful for that.
The silence was broken when one geeky looking worker returned to the office to pick up some things he forgot last night. Then he heard the sound. It was subtle, but something was in the ceiling again. No, not just something. Somethings.
Suddenly, dozens of turkeys dropped through the ceiling panels and started to attack. The worker flailed to ward off the turkeys, but it was no use.
Fred Trooper bursted in, running to the worker's rescue, fending off the turkeys. Fred and the worker made their way over to the window and opened it.
It got pretty strange after that. It was like the turkeys mounted a counterattack. They were organized.
After several minutes of battle, all of the turkeys were chased out or thrown through the window. This meant that a lot of turkeys hit the ground rather hard.
The worker made his way through the discarded feathers and picked up a phone to call maintenance. Fred Trooper just looked over the carnage on the ground below and said, "The Force as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
[OOC: No real office post today. I just needed to do this. Original version.]
The silence was broken when one geeky looking worker returned to the office to pick up some things he forgot last night. Then he heard the sound. It was subtle, but something was in the ceiling again. No, not just something. Somethings.
Suddenly, dozens of turkeys dropped through the ceiling panels and started to attack. The worker flailed to ward off the turkeys, but it was no use.
Fred Trooper bursted in, running to the worker's rescue, fending off the turkeys. Fred and the worker made their way over to the window and opened it.
It got pretty strange after that. It was like the turkeys mounted a counterattack. They were organized.
After several minutes of battle, all of the turkeys were chased out or thrown through the window. This meant that a lot of turkeys hit the ground rather hard.
The worker made his way through the discarded feathers and picked up a phone to call maintenance. Fred Trooper just looked over the carnage on the ground below and said, "The Force as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
[OOC: No real office post today. I just needed to do this. Original version.]
