Zanni hears voices. Not the regular voices, but voices of distress and fear.

"Ahhh... Showtime!"

He strolls slowly in the direction of the voices. The first impression is important. The audience has no clue of the act that is about to be performed. He holds in his breath. These are the moments that define greatness. His red nose starts growing and growing. It has grown so big that Zanni can hide his whole face behind it. With a balloon-sized nose filled with air he walks towards the sounds. If they can't see the face, they will surely not judge on sight alone.

"Hello there big boys..." Zanni stopped talking. By compressing the air in his nose, his voice went from deep and dreamy to high and childish. His teeth almost penetrated his own nose. By releasing some air, he should be fine. His nose shrinks an inch.

"Hey, you would like heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllll...p?" Zanni mumbled and stumbled. Why can't he just go killing again? Scraping wiggling tissue from bones is easier than confronting possible powerful abductors. Courage, Zanni, is what you need. Doesn't matter if they fear you or love you, they all better be watching their funny bone. He needs to sound friendlier and inviting.

Still without being able to see anyone, he mumbles:"Wanna be friends? Come over HERE!" Realizing nothing would make this scenario less akward, Zanni starts running heads on to the voices, hoping they are less frightened from him than he is of dogs. "Friendly, friendly, friendly!" he screams, not knowing where exactly he is. One hand is waving in the air, the other one pinching his nose.