You make a obsence moan and slap your crotch, stiring up the humans while making a scrape move and taking your punch bowl full of snacks, getting a fair amount of turf in it in the process. you juge the humans in your cup as you stand smiling, putting pinkey in the cup you fish one out and snarl at it makeing a toothy grin you lick your lips. you poke the screaming human into your jaws, slosh it around a bit, feeling it's texture against your pallet. It's clothing, it's flesh.. such a nice way to eat as you close your eyes and swallow, sending the moresel to a hideous death digesting alive in your belly to just add to your godly body. A fitting end for the rancid scum things. You grin as you demolish the rest of the villiage for fun and set of to your home.
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