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because the priest believed the turkey was equal to man, but bob believed in shooting them at point-blank range with a shot-gun
(ill change this if it is too gratuitous (sp))
IC: Then Bob was mobbed by the Turkey rights group who tarred him. They would've tarred and feathered him but to feather him they would've had to hurt innocent birds. Then someone told them that tar was a natural substance too so they had to scrape it from Bob and put it back in the Tar Pits. Then they covered him in toliet paper, but that comes from trees... finally they gave up and launched Bob from the top of Mt. Etna.
The Nuns picked him up at the bottom and took him to a hospital where they gave him a free fruit cup. Bob loved his fruit cup. He loved the pineapple. He loved the cherry on top. He really loved the grapes.
"Never leave me, fruit cup!" he begged. "I love you more than life itself!"
"I'm with the CIA, buster," she scowled. "We've been watching you for sometime in connection with the Death of one Buffy the Chicken Vampire Slayer. It seems her tractor trailer crashed outside of Pheonix and you used to own a kennel there."
The ruckus in the truck was so bad that the truck toppled over and rolled down a cliff they were near. Bob was flung out the back and got caught on a branch. He watched as the truck exploded at the bottom of the cliff. What will he do now?
He took some chalk out of his pocket and started playing tictactoe on the cliff's face with a little bird. The little bird told him all sorts of interesting things... like how to suck an egg into a pop bottle.
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