CHATBOT: **Item #:** SCP-#### **Object Class:** Safe **Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-#### is to be kept in a standard containment locker on Site-##. Testing may only be conducted with the approval of a Level-3 personnel or higher. During testing, the Xbox 360 gaming console connected to SCP-#### must not be connected to the internet, to prevent possible software duplication. Following the conclusion of each testing session, the connected Xbox 360 gaming console must be returned to the storage unit. **Description:** SCP-#### is a seemingly normal Xbox 360 game disc with the title "Thanksgiving Gourmet: Turkey Time!" written in black Sharpie marker. The game appears to be a simple cooking simulation, in which the player follows instructions for preparing and cooking a Thanksgiving turkey. The anomalous properties of SCP-#### manifest when a player successfully completes the virtual cooking process and is presented with an option: "PRINT TURKEY". Upon selecting this option, a disc ejection sound can be heard, despite no visible disc movement. Approximately 5-10 seconds after the selection, a fully cooked Thanksgiving turkey, hereby designated SCP-####-1, is dispensed through the Xbox 360 gaming console's disc drive. The turkey appears to "phase" through the disc drive opening, as it expands to its full size upon emerging. Instances of SCP-####-1 are consistently identical, regardless of the player's virtual cooking technique. SCP-####-1 instances weigh 6.8 kg (15 lbs), are fully cooked with uniform browning and have an internal temperature of 74 degC (165 degF). All attempts to replicate the physical disc holding SCP-#### have failed, generating normal, non-anomalous Thanksgiving Gourmet: Turkey Time! game discs. Additionally, attempts to probe the data contained on SCP-#### via a computer or data extraction tool result in a standard game data readout, with no indication of the anomalous properties found in the game. **Addendum:** Numerous instances of SCP-####-1 have been sampled and consumed by research personnel. Results showed that subjects found instances of SCP-####-1 to be "slightly above average" in taste quality. Head Researcher Dr. ###### states that it should be noted that "although a deceptively simple method, SCP-#### remains one of the few efficient and delicious ways to provide sustenance to the Site-## staff during the holidays." The only criticism noted by personnel consuming SCP-####-1 was the lack of any side dishes, leading the Facility ## ...

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