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|text=This is an honest-to-god eight-foot-tall anthropomorphic turkey made out of molded tofu. You never thought bean curd could look so threatening. Well, okay, you never thought bean curd could look threatening to anything but your gag reflex. | |text=This is an honest-to-god eight-foot-tall anthropomorphic turkey made out of molded tofu. You never thought bean curd could look so threatening. Well, okay, you never thought bean curd could look threatening to anything but your gag reflex. | ||
|hit=He lets loose a fearsome, "GOBBLE GOBBLE!" Your blood runs cold. {{ouch|1}} | |hit=He lets loose a fearsome, "GOBBLE GOBBLE!" Your blood runs cold. {{ouch|1}} | ||
He pecks you with his tofu beak. It hurts a little, and is gross a lot. {{ouch|1}} {{element|sleaze}} | |||
|miss=He tries to smack you with a bean curd wing, but you've bean dodging as fast you can. | |miss=He tries to smack you with a bean curd wing, but you've bean dodging as fast you can. | ||
Revision as of 21:54, 21 July 2010
| Timmy Tofurkey | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 963 |
| Locations | The Electric Lemonade Acid Parade |
| Hit Points | 90 |
| Attack | 40 |
| Defense | 45 |
| No-Hit | 50 |
| Initiative | 50 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | humanoid |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, wing, beak, thigh |
| Drops | sun-dried tofu |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting Timmy TofurkeyThis is an honest-to-god eight-foot-tall anthropomorphic turkey made out of molded tofu. You never thought bean curd could look so threatening. Well, okay, you never thought bean curd could look threatening to anything but your gag reflex.
Hit Message(s):
He lets loose a fearsome, "GOBBLE GOBBLE!" Your blood runs cold. Ooh!
He pecks you with his tofu beak. It hurts a little, and is gross a lot. Ooh! (sleaze damage)
He collapses on top of you, burying you under a turkey-shaped mountain of bland bean curd. I suppose you could eat your way out, but there are some fates worse than death, my friend. Ooh!
He tries to smack you with a bean curd wing, but you've bean dodging as fast you can.
He shouts, "GOBBLE GOBBLE!" but you decline the offer.
He tries to peck you with his tofu beak, but it just squishes damply against your skin.
He tries to stomp on you with a tofu talon, but you're too talonted at dodging. (FUMBLE!)
 | You acquire an item: sun-dried tofu |
