So I was sailing my raft gloriously on the crystal blue waters near the eastern islands, when I spot three... THREE therizos on the beach. Picking one out, I knock it out with a crossbow and begin to tame it. The other two, seemingly unhappy with this, begin to slash me up. I defend myself, placing spike walls around me and my soon-to-be companion. They, with a fire in their eyes, attempt to break down the walls, slashing their own hands on the sharpened wood. As they begin a new approach, head-butting the walls, They practically murder themselves. I turn around and resume taming the most beautiful therizinosuar in the world. I hear a slashing sound and turn, finding ten more therizos avenging their dead brethren. They die. All’s good. I look at my therizo’s claws, knowing that with my new companion, I can slash my way through any raptor, dilo or rex pack I find.
This is the fear turkey. The fear turkey does not give a fuck. Stay out of the fear turkey's way and you will not have to learn why it is called the fear turkey. It will kill you. That's why they call it the fear turkey.