Dr Simon
Explorer
"Why, this is my home," says the toad-like creature, "and you are my guests." It leans forwards awkwardly. It is sat not on a chair, but on a sort of raised stool so that its feet are level with the top of the table. "You did come through my front door, after all. Come, sit and join me." Again its long tongue lolls out of its mouth, dripping slime.
At second glance, the "food" on the table is nothing of the sort. Rotting meat crawling with maggots, worms and beetles writhing in a slimy broth, bones that look suspiciously human. And the crockery and cutlery are mildewed, chipped, tarnished.
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This creature definitely doesn't seem pleasant. It seems almost poised to strike.
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At second glance, the "food" on the table is nothing of the sort. Rotting meat crawling with maggots, worms and beetles writhing in a slimy broth, bones that look suspiciously human. And the crockery and cutlery are mildewed, chipped, tarnished.
[sblock=Tomblin]
This creature definitely doesn't seem pleasant. It seems almost poised to strike.
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