Talk:Kobold/@comment-27950421-20161006184718/@comment-30014014-20161008190550

(As if I am foolish enough to get myself caught in such a unfortunale situation, but, let's play)

I look left and right, making sure every single one of them is looking at me. "Hey, lasses, you wanna have fun?" They all nod with great haste, some resisting the urge to just go at me. I notice the heavy slag of gravy covering me and I smile with a malevolant grin.

"Then come get your feast!" They all come, tongues out, burning with desire, jump on me and begin eating their way to the man undeneath that ludicrously thick gravy...

...only to see that nothing lies beneath. Nothing but a singular glove. They panic, thinking that they may have inadvertently eaten the one inside.

I walk, my mask firmly hidding my visage, hearing their cries of lament. I snicker a bit.