bob looks directly at you, a terrifying ear to ear grin plastered on his face as he stared at you. he looked at you up and down and started drooling, starting to sharpen his knife as he stared at you with wide eyes. he chuckled lowly before speaking, he had a hint of a southern voice in him which was unexpected. "did you know.. your ancestors regularly practiced cannibalism per day?" he grinned as his knife sharpened loudly, echoing around the street.