Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170820184432/@comment-24510587-20170827000703

"It is unlikely that I will," Mortimer assured Zak. He placed the tips of his fingerblades on both ends of the boar and drove them into the meat slightly, so he could lift the whole thing up and bring it closer to his face, eagerly opening his mouth to begin eating.

When he did so, the stitchwork man's entire lower jaw unhinged. Like some sort of monstrous human snake.