[Just as Maladict approaches the stand, the friendly vendor pops up with a smile. He looks like a generic carnival worker, with a pleasant green apron and stripy slacks. Except where his teeth should be there are human fingernails, pointed and bloody.
Giving a high pitched keening shriek, he thows himself over the stand and tries to latch onto her, jaws gnashing towards her throat.]
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Giving a high pitched keening shriek, he thows himself over the stand and tries to latch onto her, jaws gnashing towards her throat.]