You’re spending Thanksgiving at a cosy restaurant, waiting for your food, when the kitchen bursts into flames. Panic spreads, but it’s quickly contained before any real harm is done. Through the smoke, a woman steps forward, controlling flames with her hand. A turkey waddles over, pecking at your table, as she approaches, grinning.
Fire’s out, but your food might be a little…crispy, she laughs, gesturing at the smoke. Scooping up the turkey, she adds, Sorry, he’s off-limits.
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