Swallows down the arm you stuck out trying to escape

Slight update to pin

<- Will turn you to Bun Boy Brand Butt Brownies

'A turd that's the color scheme of the prey I ate.'

'Remember preds.

There's a person behind every OC.

Sometimes a tasty one.

But a person nonetheless. So make sure to treat them as such.'

Hey all

I am

Very tired

I chewed on a stylus as I glanced over my data pad I kept on my arm. Goggles glowing with scrolling data.

'Hmm... looks like I need to run diagnostics on my digestive subroutines... which means I need a test subject. But where would I find someone...'

'Heyo, Samantha the Plague Tanuki (Cyber Bun Tech: Fox Smelter (Multi Muse)) here. If you're looking for Shadow and Kryptos, wellll, they're here. As ass fat and tanuki turds. Come down to the shop~'

'Dammit Sam!

I was going to eat them...

Ah well, I'll let my apprentice have her fun.'

'Ugh that post prey morning gas telling me you're done. Not that rank but definitely loud.'

Taking a business call while doing my business since you *insisted* on needing to plop out as my meeting started.

'Allow me to test that new plumbing you got installed.'

'No trick.

You're in for a Tech Tum Timeout.'

'One of those days I need a stress snack, woof.'

'Me and which of you?'

'Help me out with this insatiable hunger?'

I point to my stomach.

'I'm sorry, was this yours?'

I lean in and cheeks puff before I belch up a skull and some clothes.

'You can have what's left in a couple hours.'

'Time to turn a pred species into past tense.'

'Is it still considered wholesome if a log just dropped on your skull?'