he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword.
i came upon it with a arthritic fist thrust into a bucket of fishing bait, chewing on a mouthful of nightcrawlers. a disgusting fucking thing, the grinding of its mouth really more like an undulating intestine that a clenching jaw, the sharkey rows of lamprey-like "teeth" mashing against each other, tusks jutting upwards & down, ripping through the lips of the thing. "teeth," because they seemed to be the same shape & materials of the "claws" of the thing, more barbed thorns than anything else. all draped in red, hallelujah.