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The turkey, now featherless and distinctly roasted, lies in the putrid smell of the Fart. Waiting.
Bush lands on the fire, scorching his own ass in the process. His snakeskin boots shrink so much that his foot reduces 2 sizes. Hot-footing off the flame, Bush eyes the turkey. Laying there, it looks so helpless.
Or so he thought.
Bush scampers towards the turkey, grabbing a burning log from the fire, intending to do some major damage to it's featherless hide.
The turkey keeps its eyes closed.
Bush gets closer... and hears a grunt from behind him. Looking around, he can't believe his eyes. It's Dick Cheney!
"Mr. Cheney, Surr, I have the Turkey in hand." Bush proudly exclaims.
"Can you turn tempt it to stop attacking you with Cranberry sauce?"
"I have had none since last weekend, when we used it with Mrs. Rice"
"hmm... Ok. Let me handle this."
Cheney walks over to the chicken, producing a bottle of Cranberry sauce from his trouser pocket.
The turkey opens its eyes, and sees Cheney coming near it. With the cranberry sauce. If it even thinks about touching the dreaded sauce, it will be turned to the 'dark side' of the oven.
Cheney sees the turkey open it's eyes. "Right, you troublemaker, you will finally know what it means to defy me."
Closer, closer, comes Cheney to the turkey, with the bottle of Cranberry sauce now open and ready to dispurse its contents.
just then, Cheney shows his secret weapon. A stun gun. He gets close enough to the turkey, and activates the stun gun. electricity shoots towards the turkey, and it convulses and fries some more.
Bush, looking on, is repulsed. He can't stand to see this, not even to a turkey.
While Cheney is frying the turkey to death, Bush rushes up behind, grabs Cheney by a fistful of skin, and throws him into the fire.
The tortured screams of Cheney could be heard all through the building. But no-one comes to help. All the staff are running for freedom.
Bush, looking at the turkey, says "You are lucky, turkey. If it had not been for the fact that you are my son, then you would have died just then."
"Huh? Dad? How???"
"it was an incident that I would not rather mention again."
With that, Bush picks up the turkey, and rips it apart.
"Little fucker - but tasty, though", mumbling around a drumstick.
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NEXT: the prequel, we find out what Bush got up to before the turkey.
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