This just gets better, there's now a chance of some "Flaming Puppets of Death"!!
I can see it now, there's a primeaval mist clinging to ground and filling the hollows at Maison Blanche, only the screeching of crows can be heard, occasionally punctuated by the sudden whooosh and bang of a skybound incendiarised flightless bird. Occasionally a flaming figure breaks through the mist, screaming and beating itself with it's own blazing arms, while battered drumsticks, thighs and strips of tender breast fall from the heavens.
Meanwhile, Wadespeed has set up his mortuary in the trees and is injecting corpses with turkey essence prior to sending them off to that great gig in the sky. Randy strides round the whole scene, white beard flowing, with stone tablets under his arms containing The Ten Turkey Commandments.
Kinnell Jeez, I'm looking forward to this!
H