You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down...

Hello. My name is Deckard. You killed Tyrell. Prepare to die.

Because the proper way to get to all that yummy tortoise meat is by separating the plastron from the carapace. You have to cut through some boney ridges along the sides that join the two. Then you can pull the plastron right off.

We were at open house at my son’s middle school yesterday and one of the turtles in a classroom tank was on its back. I said a modified version of the Blade Runner line to my wife, and got a laugh out of the math teacher who happened to overhear me.

Or maybe you’re Allan Quaternion, hunting for the Lost City of Division Rings.

No, not anymore. They’re almost gone; people keep flipping them over to watch them die. If they can’t upright themselves fast enough, they suffocate while the sun bakes them.

This is the creepiest thread I’ve seen on this site.

“Mario…!?”

With a gun in your hand?

You’re alive; you’re dead.
You’re the stranger - not-flipping a tortoise!

And here I was thinking this was going to be about Tom Joad.

More importantly, Priss or Rachael? Which crazy do you stick it to?

Was the tortoise buttered on one side?

Sorry, my department uses the Bonelli Test.

Then the tortoise replied to the bartender, “You have a drink named Bob?”

But if the tortoise doesn’t stay on its back, how will it keep holding the desert down?

Wha…I don’t know!

::swoosh:: aaaaaaaah…!

Hodor!

That’s the spirit!

Is this just a question?

It’s too bad it won’t live. But then again, who does?

Oh definitely Priss.

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Is this part of the test?

The correct answer is Rachael… Do you like our owl?

I don’t want to ruin the trick.