Entaru's jaws clamped shut , getting nothing but air.
"Quig snar tulpa! Eem toba go matt!"
*Hold still dammit! I'm trying to eat!* Entaru roared.
The sound of motorcycles snapped him out of his blind fury, and he realized he was actually in the motorhome. Alone. With three meatbags. Who had guns and many other weapons.
"Oops!
"
*I don't think I have to translate* Entaru said as he looked about frantically, now aware of his predicament, to find a safe exit.
And found one.
"Barg!"
*Bye!* Entaru leapt out of the hole he had made earlier and tucked and rolled on the pavement. Entaru stood up and could see the cyclists getting closer. Entaru moved in front of one and opened his jaw to its widest, so that the motorcyle would drive into his mouth to be crushed.
"Pest ta feef, rober rag tums. Wook ag tomac, air eat hums"
*Past the teeth, over the gums. Look out stomach, here it comes.* Entaru snickered to himself.