The Weirdo said in a chilly voice, "It was your Master who did it, so what? Your mouths stink so bad you're just begging for a beating. Master's giving you a lesson so you don't go out and disgrace yourselves later."
"So it was you, you ugly freak, what right do you have to hit us?"
"Yeah, we're all here for the free vegetarian meal, and you think you can cut in line and still be in the right?"
A few people got their mouths busted open and were bleeding, utterly furious, all shouting at once to condemn the Weirdo.
The ones who hadn't been hit didn't dare make a sound; they'd already seen how fierce the Weirdo was and didn't dare mock him anymore.
They'd just come to get some free food; they had no desire to bring trouble down on themselves.
The Weirdo twisted his head around and threatened in that eerie tone, "If you keep stuttering and whining, you can say goodbye to your teeth. Then you won't need to eat ever again."
The crowd fell silent!
