"A turduken, its a turkey, a duck, and a chicken all stuffed inside each other." replied OB.

"God dammit, I swear, as soon as we finish cooking this thing, its going to turn into some weird super villian."

"Nope, not this time, I put villian-proof spray all over pans and stuff." said Frank the Manager.

"I still have a bad feeling about this."

At the same time however in an abandoned bomb shelter.

"The humans have gone too far!" said a small, pugey figure on a podeom.

"This...  Turduken has not just one of our poltry bretheran, but three!"

The pultry crowd screams heartly.

"Death to humans!" a random crowd member yelled.

More screams of heartiness.

"We will begin our attack at dawn, and take the human's favorite resteraunt!"

Louder, more excited screams of heartyness occur.

Back at the Hot Sandwhich

"How long is going to take?" asked V-Man.

"Its going to take a half a day."said Frank

"WHAT!"

"It takes awile to cook a 50-pound turduken."

"Can't we deep fry?"

"Y-no." Frank hesitated.

"Why not?"

There was a long pause.

"Its a long story..."

"Just fucking tell me!"

"Alright, jeez..."

He told of a story two years ago, he could deep fry anything, and he means anything, with his giant deep fryer, until, one day, he decided to have a Thanksgiving dinner on the street, and the deep fat fryer tipped over, and who should know that little Sally from across the street would be in they way of it.

"And thats why you can't deep fry anymore?"

"Well, there's more. You see, I had friends like you two who wanted to get the old deep fryer to work again, I can't remember how they pursaded to get it to work again but, I had another Thanksgiving bash and invited the poor little, scarred Sally to the party. My friends were horrible jokers and 'accidentally' knocked the deep fryer over and sure enough the deep fat fryer's oil got all over her.Again"

"Did she die?"

"Sadly no."

"Right."

The night passed and road was empty due to the Thanksgiving holiday, except for the marching army of ducks, chickens, and turkeys.

"Take the human's resturant!"

The poutry ranks filled the streets as V-Man, OB, and Frank were waiting on the turduken to finish.

"Only 30 more minutes!"

"There! Cast down the resturant, and seize the turduken!"

"Great. We have an armada of flightless birds to take care of, C'mon OB!"

Vagina Man and Ovaryboy started to square off with the army, but soon realized that their numbers were too great to be taken on with brute force, so, OB thought of an brilliant idea.

"Frank! You know that deep fat fryer you spoke of? We need you to do one last Thanksgiving bash!"

"No! I will not!"

"Please?"

"...Okay."

He quickly heated the massive cauldron of death, and when it started to boil, he purposly tipped the deep fryer over, delicously frying every last bird to a golden, flaky, crisp.

Back at the Hot Sandwhich

"You see, deep frying isn't bad, exspecially if you ment to anhilate an entire fleet of birds." Stated OB.

"Right, of course." Added V-Man.

And so, this concludes our Happy Thanksgiving special of Vagina Man and Ovaryboy.