[cain still might smack john. the night is young afterall.]

Yeah? No shit.

[the comment about the claws and pecks earns john a solid slap on the back before cain rolls up his sleeves to show off the scratches on his arm. it's puffy and red, agitated from the lack of care cain put into the injuries.]

Lil fuckers think they're hot shit just cause they got claws. [he is fumming over the fact that a turkey has bested and eluded him thus far. please calm him down john!!! you are more fortunate than cain!] Fuck it. I can earn fifty dollars quicker on a strip cam than this chicken shit.