Turkey moaned as Brody rubbed him with butter. "Oh god, Brody." He then gets up and looks at Brody with a raised eyebrow. "That better be non-fat."

Brody chuckled and rubbed the Turkey some more. "It is." He kisses the Turkey's stomach lightly. "I love you so much." At that moment, Rachel walked up to the two and asked Brody, with fluttering eyebrows. "Need help with that?"

Turkey glanced at Rachel angrily. "Get your baby-powdered ass outta here, whore. Brody's mine." He tried to smack her but couldn't as he was a Turkey. Rachel gasped. "Brody, are you really in love with him, or me?"

Turkey laid his giblets on his hips. "You better love me, Brody. I'm still mad at you for sleeping with that Cassandra bitch. You know that stuffing of yours is all mine."

Brody blushed a bit. "Can't I have both of you?" Rachel glanced at Brody. "I'm a vegetarian. Why would I share you with a turkey?" Turkey looked at Brody with a sad expression. "Brody, I know I may be a turkey, and our love would be weird, but I love you. I love it when you butter me up. I love when you set me in the oven at 350 degrees. Our love is true, and I want you to know that."

Brody grinned and sighed. "I choose...turkey." He grins and makes out with the turkey while Rachel watches shocked. "I thought you loved me Brody." Turkey shot grease at Rachel. "Shut up Bitch. I'm macking 'ere." Then Brody and Turkey had wonderful beautiful babies while Rachel and Finn had a son, Timothy Green, Half-Tree , Half-Human.


THE END.