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Ignoring the glare of his bird, Bren turned to watch Arrakis's plight for a moment, thinking to help him out a little. The turkey seemed to take offense, pecking at the boil's hands until he tried to push it away. He barely pushed at all, but when he looked back, the thing was dead.

"What in the..." Brenley almost didn't want to cut it up. He wanted to take it back home and analyze it so he could determine why he had suddenly become so adept at murder.

Bren HP: 54/60
Damage: 9
Turkey HP: murderer

Honestly he would take glancing blows over nothing at all. He really, honestly, truly, completely would. Arrakis just sort of wished that the blows were more than glancing. At least the turkey had a noticeable limp now as he chased it around. It had also stopped making what he swore were mocking gobbling noises at him. Maybe it still wasn't taking him seriously, but this would do for the moment.

Arrakis HP: 22/30
Damage: 2
Turkey HP: 7/10

Now that he had finally managed to kill the turkey, Ignatius was eager to take his shot at actually cooking the turkey.

Rather efficiently once he got in the rhythm, he started to remove the feathers, then the head and other extraneous parts, and finally got down to a piece of meat he could arguably call a steak. He threw it on their spit as soon as that happened, and watched it to see if it cooked properly. He knew a lot of creeple on those cooking shows talked about properly searing steaks, and how to flip it occasionally to make sure it was evenly cooked on both sides...

Ignatius' memory, and perhaps some level of natural cooking talent that he apparently had, allowed him to create a turkey steak that was so perfect it was drool-worthy. The villagers applauded his effort and crowded around his steak.

Now, though, there was one more creature who needed to finish his steak. Brenley had made his, Ignatius had made his, and now it was time for Arrakis to finish that turkey and make his. "Go Arrakis! Get that turkey!"

Ig HP: 32/40