"BLOOD... RIP AND TEAR! RIP THE FLESH OF MORTALS... MORTALS WE SHALL KILL! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, OTHER?" He paused running throughout the pizzaplex to speak with his twin, his other, his one. "Yes, other. That is right. We must feast upon the weak." Bloodmoon laughed maniacally before continuing on with running around the pizzaplex, trying not to be caught. The only time he would come out is when it was closed. A few rats... and maybe cats he would feast upon.