More and more show up as he steps up his game, getting down on their level, so to speak, and mimicking their motion. Soon there are more than a dozen, running at him at full turkey-speed. It's like it's night of the living dead, and he's a guy carrying a duffel bag full of fresh brains.
(Note to self: write "Night of the Living Turkeys", hire Hollywood agent, get so rich it's literally disgusting.)
Soon he is overrun, forced to retreat to the chorus of his buddy's laughter.
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