Getting up from the table stiffly, Reynold walks toward a nearby patron.  Looking down at the woman with hungry eyes and stinking flesh, he begins to groan.  Turning her head, the woman immediately curls up her nose in revulsion at the pungent aroma of death that pervades the man standing over her.  "Do you have a problem, sir," she asks with bitchy attitude.  With convulsive twitches running through his limbs, Reynold reaches out and grabs the woman's face and pulls her out of her seat toward him.  Screaming, she trying to beat her assailant away, but with only 1/10 of his strength her struggle is futile.  The rest of the bar watches in stunned silence as the mad man-creature moves the woman closer and closer to his mouth, as if he were going to kiss her.<br/><br/>A split second before their lips meet, the man-creature's mouth opens disproportionately wider than his skull looks capable of, revealing two rows of jagged and sharpened teeth, much like the mouth of a shark.  An ear splitting scream escapes the back of his throat, a scream that the patrons soon realize is this creature's victory call for capturing his prey.  As everyone covers their ears they miss the sound of his jaws clamping over the top of the woman's skull, tearing her head in half and grinding the bones between his teeth as he suckled on the grey matter left in her half a head.  When the patrons look again, they panic with their horrific fear and as one mass they jump from their seats to flee from this beastly creature.