[Turducken Stand!]

Customers approach!

Kind of...

Strange customers.

Three Fungal Zombies and one Mycoid Legionnaire, the same hideous sort of plant creature that's presently directing actions over at the Fungal Float. The Legionnaire is presently walking upright in a sort of loping gait. Every now and again it pauses to glance over a shoulder whilst waiting for the shambling zombies to catch up.

They don't move very fast.

"Now remember, we're just hear to get food. No spitting spores at people," the Legionnaire hisses.

"Uuuuggh..." a zombie rattles in reply.

"No, we'll have plenty of time for it later. It's Thanksmass eve and implanting people would leave them like you guys for the holiday," glances back at them once more. "No offense."

"Bruuuh..."

The freakish plant monster finally arrives at the turducken booth and places its root-like forelimbs on the counter. "Merry Thanksmass eve!" and tries to smile, realizes that it can't, and stops. "We need two dozen turduckens. We've got quite the Thanksmass feast planned."