Here in New Hampshire, some people take their Thanksgiving a bit more traditionally than others. They don’t go to the store for their turkey, they prefer to bag their own.
And some don’t feel like following all the rules, so the state is going after the poachers.
Joining the cyber-posse alongside the robot deer, elk, coyotes, and other robots are six cyborg turkeys.
Elmer Fudd would never stand a chance here in New Hampshire.
Turkeynator!
I’ve had the elk and let me tell you, if you don’t cook it correctly you taste a lot of fiberglass.
I don’t mind wishing someone a PC Thanksgiving. But I draw the line at *having* a PC for Thanksgiving.
It cannot be reasoned with, cannot be bargained with, and absolutely tastes delicious with gravey and stuffing!
I officially yield. “Turkeynator” is far, far funnier than “RoboTom.”
J.
Gee Space, sounds like my first ex…
Sorry, JT, but I was wondering about the 4 prime directives, when the new name came to me:
1) Serve the public trust
2) Protect the innocent
3) Uphold the law
4) [classified]
I wracked my brain, but couldn’t come up with appropriate Ahnold lines to add, but I am sure you and others here might. If it were a chicken instead of a turkey, then maybe “I’ll be brrrocckkk!”
I just hate leftovers. So how in the world do you get rid of Turkeynator II, III and IV?
Tom Gobbler, turkey. A bird barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic fowl. Tom Gobbler will be that bird. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster
OK, so now we have a vote for a bionic turkey. Don’t try biting into those drumsticks!