Happy Little Hand Turkeys (Part 3)

==Before Quest==
Paper at the ready, you begin the arduous task of tracing your writing instrument of choice around your hand. It takes what seems like hours; you feel sweat beading on your brow from the intensity of the assignment. Bobross takes note of your struggles. “Happy little sweat droplets, we call those.” The squirrel nods knowingly.
With a sigh of relief you finish, turning your masterpiece into the professor. “Excellent, <name>! This is just what you’ll need to stop the Tentacle Turkey Invasion.” A maniacal smile cracks along Bobross’s already-expressive face.
“Take your Magical Hand Turkey to the Conservative' Arts Building'—that’s where the tendril-laden turkey has been tormenting the faculty and staff. Use your creation to counter its treacherous acts tom-turkey-foolery!”
You find a Hand Turkey!
It doesn’t take long to find the creature Professor Bobross warned you about—the sounds of screams and alien clucking carry pretty far on the campus grounds. Jeepers this thing is hideous! And what an obscure reference! Day of the Turkey? Seriously?
The Tentacled Turkey gapes at you menacingly with it’s well-groomed eyes. You stare back. It blinks. You scratch your nose. Stalemate.
The Autumn breeze blows, timidly betwixt the two of you. “Bawk.” The creature utters, almost begrudgingly. Okay, THAT’S IT! This goose is cooked!
Unleash the awesome power of turkey!
Your Hand Turkey begins firing wildly at its foe, the alien beast returning fire with a laser bolt volley of its own. As the dust settles, you stare in horror at the carnage before you—Feathers float to the ground, stuffing’s splattered across the campus, and what you can only assume is cranberry sauce seeps from your poor Hand Turkey’s corpse.
You shed a single tear for the little guy; He was created in your image, after all. His sacrifice was not in vain, however, as the Tentacle Turkey, too, lays in a goopy glob of alien excrement. Stooping over the goo for a better look (where’s a good pointy stick when you need one?), you find a strange bottle among the ickiness.
As you silently wipe the bottle down and stow it in your bags, you pause for a moment of self-reflection. It is a time for giving, and you can’t help but feel blessed by this bounty of Stat-o-Tonic. Clearly it is a time for giving thanks, as well. Happy Day of the Turkey!
You find a Simple Stat-o-Tonic!
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