ii.
...Please be careful with the turkeys that were delivered, everyone. My husband's was full of poisonous spiders, and mine... mine appears to be filled with human blood.
I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but it isn't funny. Whoever did this has a lot of explaining to do.
[With that, Medusa carries her turkey away from the phone...
...and into the kitchen, where she dumps the blood into the sink, washes out the turkey, and eats what's left of it anyway.
A little blood never hurt anybody.]
I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but it isn't funny. Whoever did this has a lot of explaining to do.
[With that, Medusa carries her turkey away from the phone...
...and into the kitchen, where she dumps the blood into the sink, washes out the turkey, and eats what's left of it anyway.
A little blood never hurt anybody.]