What if it really is somebody's pet? I can't just shoot it. [ she sighs, turns to watch the turkey again which won't stop fucking bobbing it's head at her like a certain sassy twelve year-old. TURKEY YOU ARE WORSE THAN LITTLE ROCK WHEN SHE'S IN HER WORST MOOD. Wichita scrunches her face at it, and when it takes a step forward she literally yells out something vaguely sounding like BAHH. ]

Do you think they really do that? Where am I gonna run, it's a straight hallway! Fuck. Fuck.