Queen of Swords

Or maybe it's both - a cat cake.

Coragyps

In my first job after getting a Bachelor's of Science (Chemistry), I got to load 30-pound boxes of turkey fries with an aluminum snowshovel. I've never developed the cojones of my own to try eating them.
Calf fries are mighty tasty, though. Just let somebody else prepare them.

Polycrates

So the moral of the story is, I should really be more cautious from now on if someone asks me 'you want fries with that?'
Suggestion to America: You guys should really have different names for testicles and hot potato chips.
I reckon the first time you find out that what you thought were bits of fried potato are actually some poor animal's jatz crackers, it could really ruin your day.
Also, never nickname any animal a French. Or a Freedom. Actually, skip that last one. Anyone who orders 'freedom fries' deserves whatever they get.