[Just how many teeth does one person even need, I ask you. Apparently, that many.

And it's not exactly winning him friends right about now.

Keldor eyes the weird yellow thing. Which seems to be eying him with fear.

Understandable fear. From the sounds he'd heard, what just happened two minutes ago was the worst unexpected surprise anyone could ever get. Watching your own body—the one you've always had and maybe either liked or disliked—just mutate like that...

Anyways, yeah. It's never fun for anyone. He knows that. He'd been in a similar situation not long ago and was pelted by everything within reach of the panicked locals. Including the kitchen sink yes; really.

His heart goes out to whoever this thing is. Was. Is.

Oh fuck! Whatever!

Yeah. I don't know what you're expecting from a monster, but...]

The first time is always rough.

[...was sympathy one of those things?]