Wacko glances back and forth between the two contestants and the host. A dribble of bloody saliva runs from the corner of his mouth to his chin as he looks at Kahmori, no doubt a voracious lust behind his glasses, if anything at all...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Never had fox before..."</span>Wacko thinks to himself and wipes the pink drool from his chin, the taste of his former competitor briefly entering his mouth when his gesture of hygiene loosens bits of muscle tissue from between his teeth. He savors the flavor for now, but knows he'll be enjoying someone just as succulent at the end of this round...