*Submits a situation update*
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*Rumbles*
It's a little too late for you to stop. Or did you think me incapable of multitasking?
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Neither does my prey. By the time I reach them, they've already accepted me as their god, and what mortal would refuse the will of something they consider to be divine?
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No. It sticks to my insides. Disgustingly so.
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*Grumbles*
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have mortals to consume.
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*Ripples*
I'd rather consume biomass without the noisome cries of insects, thank you very much.
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No, I plan on eating that world the next four systems over. Why? Do you plan on trying to stop me?
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*An eye appears within my fleshy mass to regard you, followed by a toothy maw a few seconds later*
Salting my meal.
*The rift seals behind me as I float outwards into the emptiness of space, my mind brushing against the inhabitants of a world spinning nearby, preparing them for my inevitable arrival*
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*Starts to make my way outside*
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Good luck with your last eleven cups.