Foley

[Caustic Reverie]

The turkey enveloped my wrist with a freezing slime. In and out, I thrusted my gloved fist to the action on the screen, occasionally slapping the bird's side with my free hand as the scene demanded. The actors would be in the booth later to loop their moans and gasps, but for now, I was alone with a ten-pound tom and two expensive microphones, the latter sheathed with non-lubricated condoms. I could see one of the fluffers watching me through the glass of the control room with a reverent expression on his face. I always knew I’d work in movies.

[strawman]

Feed me, Seymore!