"Hey kid. Ever hear that line about sewing your lips when the grown-ups are talking?" x.com/StormedDemi/st…

"Oh my. A vorephile? How ~scandalous~. Chi-hihihi."

"Out of fire already? You tool sorts suck the fun out of this, what with y'er... Objective thinking and inanimate behaviors."

"Very well. A learning experience. Ahem. Can it, or one of the "grown-ups" will get annoyed and sew your mouth.~" x.com/StormedDemi/st…

— brutish Bythorian. "Eat up, hound."

"I know.~ Learning with Teacher Köl is..." Wide, sharp, jagged smile. "Fun.~" x.com/StormedDemi/st…

"What can I say? I like my trophies well-fed.~" Eye-glint.

"A joke? A joke. A joke! Chiii-hihi~!"

"But no. Seriously. I'll hollow you out and make furniture from your skin."

Materializes a tea cup. "The shade, the shade, the /shade/. Chiiihiihii."

"Bravo, bravo, my plucky master.~ I was growing ravenous. This feast shall be one to your new spoils.~"

A surge of lightning and darkness opens a fleshy, tooth-lined, mouth-like portal at his feet; He melts into the abyss, the gateway closing.

"Confound those gluttonous cretins. Always leaving an excess of energy rather than the itis. I envy that boy's mortal body."

"There. Now it's ruined indefinitely."

"Will you stop, /YELLING/?! You are giving me a MIGRAINE and I do not even have /NERVES/."

Eldritch-tier dual tone, an echo spanning- ... The camp. "/I. WILL. MOLD. YOUR. TONGUES. TO. EACH. OTHERS'. BUNGHOLES."

Flexes, an action dismissing his clothes. Insert generic, pretentious, self-pandering description of how hot he is unclothed, or something.