Grabbing the cracked and splintering, but still viable mug, the beastly thing glared down on the human intruding human... he tipped the drink back, then slammed it down again... Slowly following her pink gaze over the barkeep's figure, head cocking in a clearly confused manner... Then, looking back, he examined the blue haired bomber again, speaking out.<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51)">"Mmm, milk sacks, you have none... A larva, you are...?"</span>Opening his maw to flex his mandibles, then click them against the insides of his maw.<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51)">"No place is a bar, for little larva... To your mother, you should run... Too late in night, for school going larva..."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">Clicking his mandibles in a peculiar, almost purring fashion, he placed one of his massive pincers between the troublesome lone terrorist, and her drink. His spines lowering, but shivering in bemusement.<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51)"> "Or male, are you? Such small male... So weak... How earn mate, does small male do?"</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>