[ Right, no more delays. As the mouth crashes, open mouth and mandible wide in the space where the windows were, Tim takes advantage of its attention, approaching.
Between the hair and the ichor, the squirming legs... it really is only one shot. Fuck it. Fuck it. FUCK IT. He braces his foot in the webbing itself and as close as he dare, lobs it towards the back of its god damn throat. ]
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Between the hair and the ichor, the squirming legs... it really is only one shot. Fuck it. Fuck it. FUCK IT. He braces his foot in the webbing itself and as close as he dare, lobs it towards the back of its god damn throat. ]