[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6]Bob[/color][/i][/b][/h3][b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Bed, Second Floor
[b][color=6ecff6]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Cyneberg 
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     Who knew what Bob's last meal has been before he died. Even if it hasn't been digested by the time he had died, it would have been so well mixed into what was now Bob's torso no one could have figured it out. Right now his midsection looked like someone had shoved a Ninja blender into his diaphragm and hit frapee. Yet, the undead affectionately known as Bob was still kicking. Well not exactly....

     You see thanks to the bowel reconstruction job Cyne was doing Bob's legs were not longer working, severed spine and all. Yet, one part of him did still work, it was just about three feet above his ass. His jaws to be exact. His body has worked up the paw of the bear and somehow, Bob managed to chomp down on Cynes left arm with Jaws of Steel. He broke fur, skin, and some muscle as he tried to turn her into a snack.