Wacko looks over his shoulder, and to his confusion Paul indeed stands there and is not the one in his hands...<br/><br/>"I haven't a damn clue how you did that, but bravo... Bravo..." Wacko says to Paul, still holding the now conscious man by his collar. Wacko's attention soon goes to the writhing man in his grip...<br/><br/>"There is still the issue of what to do with you. Can't have a witness running around now can I?" Wacko finishes and raises the man as high as his arms could reach, putting the 3rd party's knees in Wacko's face...<br/><br/>"Goodbye mortal..." Wacko says with a shark toothed grin and forces the cop's knees into his waiting maw. The man wails in pain as Wacko's teeth sink into his flesh, pulling the man further and further into his fleshy tomb. Soon the man is up to his waste in Wacko's throat; his sharp teeth aiding in the poor man's quick decent. Feeling the man's head at the back of his throat, Wacko turns to Paul, giving him and the man in his mouth one last look at each other before he slowly gulps down his head, sealing away the last bit of light his poor victim will ever see.<img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/><br/><br/>"Don't fear the pain of death, mister policeman..." Wacko says to Paul as he strokes his distended stomach, "For if you accept your fate I can make it painless. Hell, I can make it that you don't even have to die! I can grant you soooo much, virtual immortality if you so wish! All you have to do is simply give in.....