Author's Note: Yep…another two fer one. Yes, I know…this is horrifying. That's why this fic is an M-rating.

Three Hundred Miles North of New Detroit

Khyron's Battlecruiser

"Rol!" Khyron the Destroyer laughed ominously. "Tell me a little more about this Micronian holiday called Thanksgiving." Rol looked at Khyron quizzically. "I want to know more about this Thanks-giving."

Rol had lived amongst the Micronians long enough to have seen a few Thanksgivings come and go and figured he had an idea of what the holiday was about. "My Lord Khyron, Thanksgiving is when one gives thanks for the food and the shelter that one has. Evidently it started a long time ago at least in what was now known as the United States when the Pilgrims emigrated to that country (now a major formative power in the UEDC) and gave thanks that they had food and shelter and their lives in a ceremony in 1621 after being there for over 100 years. In the Ontario Quadrant, Thanksgiving started almost 43 years earlier after a Martin Frobisher tried to find a waterway to the Arctic known as the Northwest Passage in thanks for surviving the long journey from England (now the European Quadrant) through the perils of storms and icebergs."

Khyron grinned, satisfied with Rol's explanation. "You are an excellent teacher, Rol. Ah…after what we do to the Micronians when we leave here, believe me, the Micronians will have themselves yet another reason for Thanksgiving. Provided any of them survive, that is." His resounding laughter assailed a Micronian couple encased in a series of utensils forming a cage (a makeshift prison made up of forks jammed in a semicircle onto the surface of an enormous table and a bowl set on top of the fork ends to enclose the cage). "Don't fret, my little pets. You won't miss Thanksgiving, we'll be having a little celebration of our own." His purple-complexioned face leaned down to them. "Yes…we will have our own little Thanks-giving." His laughter rang throughout the ship and Lynn Kyle and Lynn Minmei shuddered. Turning to Rol he asked. "What are some of the customs associated with this Thanks-giving."

"The main one is the Feast." Rol said as he recounted the massive feasts that he had partaken in with what he regarded as his former Micronian friends. There was plenty to eat, however he had fast grown weary of the lack of fighting in the Micronian culture and he had returned to the Zentraedi way of life rejecting all the peacefulness that Micronian society offered. He was a warrior through and through and Khyron's battlecruiser and those within felt like home. "There is also another tradition called breaking the wishbone of the turkey. It is a Y shaped bone in the turkey. Two Micronians take part in this. One taking one leg of the Y shaped bone and then the other taking the other. Evidently they pull it apart after they each make a wish. Whoever ends up with the biggest part of the wishbone ends up getting their wish granted."

"Ah…I see and how big are these turkeys?" Khyron asked, an evil smile starting to form on his countenance. Rol lifted up his massive hand, his pointer finger and thumb almost touching.

Khyron frowned. "Ah…that won't do. We wouldn't be able to see the wishbone to even partake in that form of the ceremony. However…a substitute will have to be found."

Lynn Minmei had a sinking feeling that this did not portend good.

"Azonia!" Khyron bellowed causing Lynn Kyle to start. "Create a feast. We are going to celebrate that Micronian holiday in our own fashion!" His laughter again rang throughout the ship. Azonia looked over at Khyron as if he was out of his mind but it didn't matter. What Khyron wanted, Khyron got.

Much later

The feast was a success. The food (what reconstituted portions of protein that the Robotech Masters gave as food supplement for the Zentraedi) was turned into a feast so that Khyron and the rest of the Zentraedi members of the battlecruiser staff could eat their fill and they did.

"Ah…We'll give thanks that we are still alive…to wreak vengeance upon the Micronians and we shall have our revenge. Soon!" Khyron exulted as he looked upon his staff. "Now…what shall we use for the wishbone." His eyes lit upon Lynn Kyle with an evil expression "Grel, Rol, you demonstrate" he said as he reached in to the cage to grab Lynn Kyle by a leg. "Show me what they mean by the wishbone! Evidently this is large enough for us to see."

"AHHHHHHHH!" Lynn Kyle screamed "You're hurting me!" as Khyron passed him over to Rol who ignored his pathetic squealing. "Oh. God, please don't!"

"Nooooo!" wailed Minmei. "Don't hurt him!"

"Alright." Rol said. "You take one leg, Grel, I'll take the other." Grel did so. "I wish for us to leave this planet and never return."

"OK…I wish for us to enjoy this time of camaraderie and prepare for the battle to come." Rol made his own wish. The agonized scream from Lynn Kyle that came when they pulled was amplified in stereo sound by Minmei's scream from the cage. The unmoving bisected parts of Lynn Kyle dropped to the floor.

"Ah…good." Khyron said. "Azonia…grab the little songbird. It's our turn now."

Minmei didn't stop screaming for the rest of her short life.

****THE END**** (evil laughter)