When CJ opened his eyes, he was back on his couch. The beer was warm. The sun was setting. Sweet was yelling about his car.
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CJ picked it up, walked to the kitchen, and dropped it into the garbage disposal. He turned it on. When CJ opened his eyes, he was back on his couch
CJ dove behind the couch as the Big Smoke-Turkey unloaded a clip into his grandmother’s portrait. CJ scrambled out the back window, landing in the alley. The entire city had gone feral. A flock of police turkeys—wearing tiny aviator sunglasses and riot shields—were attempting to arrest a flock of Vagos turkeys for urinating on a wall. A news helicopter circled overhead, piloted by a turkey wearing a blonde wig, who was reporting in frantic gobbles. Sweet was yelling about his car