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Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

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"I gave the proper appreciation to a few people," Bruce said. There wasn't much he was thankful for, no.

"Proper appreciation makes you sound so profound," Percy said, snickering. "Like you're worshiping at a shrine."

"Let's just blame the turkey for that," Bruce said.

"Really? You're gonna blame the turkey?" Percy asked, amused. "Guess it's better than blaming the pie or something."

"I haven't really started on the desert, so I might as well go for the most obvious scapegoat," Bruce indicated.

"I hope you just didn't jinx yourself," Percy said, glancing at the turkey. "It might come to life or something."

"If it does that, there are more than enough people to subdue it," Bruce said. "I'm not sure they would eat it then."

"Subduing a suddenly alive turkey on Thanksgiving," Percy mused, shaking his head. "That'd be a story to tell, wouldn't it?"

"I'm sure we'd make everyone who didn't stay jealous," Bruce said.

"I just dunno if I know how to subdue a cooked turkey," Percy said, snickering. "Freezer?"

"Cut off its limbs, maybe pull out the stuffing," Bruce said, as if he had thought about this.

Because maybe he had.

"You've thought about this."

That was kinda scary.

"It was a possibility. I figured it was best to be prepared for it," Bruce said.

"You planned for the possibility of other food coming to life?" Percy wondered.

"And the possibility of a giant turkey attacking," Bruce said. "It's a large gathering of people with a certain theme. There was a good chance of something weird happening."

"You're more prepared than I am," Percy admitted, giving Bruce a little salute. "Let's hope you don't have to deal with sentient mashed potatoes."

"Drown it in gravy. Unless that gives it strength, then just disperse it with forks," Bruce said. "For the record, I didn't have that planned. That's just logic."

"Riiiight," Percy said, deciding he'd just stay away from Bruce in a food invasion. He didn't need to be getting hit with an errant fork.

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