When a Ctarl-Ctarl starts making threats to eat you, any sane man would do anything to make them reconsider adding them to the menu. Pete was no exception, his fears of Ctarl-Ctarls was more sever then most peoples. His tavern had been a common stomping ground for the sinister couple of Sara and Hojoma. They liked the bar because of the cheap drinks and if someone disappeared and one of the cat people had a giant belly, no one would speak up. Pete had caught Sara munching down one of his waitresses in the back alley, Pete had seen the slender girl’s feet as they kicked around while she was swallowed down the Ctarl-Ctarls throat. When Sara was done with her meal, she turned to Pete and he thought that was it, he had seen one too many crimes and he was going down like his employee, but instead he was offered a job. Luckily, for him Sara was full and she was in need of someone to give information to her boss about the going ons in the streets. Pete had happily taken the job and got to keep his life and get a hefty chunk of change in the process. Nevertheless, he never forgot about how dangerous it could be to cross a Ctarl-Ctarl.

“You going to spill it fat boy or am I getting breakfast with a side of slob?” Aisha dangerously snared. To further intimidate the informant, she started unlatching her jaws and widening them until they were big enough to take Pete’s head in. Aisha pulled Pete up by his collar and placed his fat head right between her slobbering jaws.

“Better start talking mister,” Jim said from beside Aisha. “My big, hungry friend her wouldn’t want to ruin her diet with a piece of garbage like you.”

“Gaaaahh,” Aisha slurred with her mouth still wide open.

“Please, if I talk he’ll kill me,” Pete whimpered, whist trying not to look past Aisha’s razor sharp fangs at the black tunnel at the end of her mouth.

“So you know where John is,” Jim snapped looking angrily at Pete. This meant that he really had been lying earlier and they weren’t just terrorizing some innocent scum bag.

“Maybe, what do I get in exchange for telling you?” Pete was quickly falling back on his old habits of trying to turn peoples misery into his benefit. His information services were known through out the city and he was employer by not only Jerome, but every dime bag thing that had the money to pay. Pete was not a charitable person and refused to give anything unless he was getting something back in return.

“You get to keep your head,” Jim growled before motioning Aisha to take it a step further. Seeing the signal, Aisha started to lower her jaws around Pete’s head until her fangs were poised at his throat. Pete now knew a whole new level of fear as his head was pressed against Aisha’s slippery tongue and his head compressed between her chops. Any backbone Pete could have had was broken when he felt Aisha’s hot breath blow his hair from his eyes.

“Okay! Okay! Just get me out of its mouth!” Pete cried as he struggled to get loose without impaling himself on Aisha’s fangs.

“It!” Jim shouted in fury. Aisha would of call out to if she wasn’t trying so hard to keep her jaws from beheading Pete. This bastard was to much of a bastard to deserve to be her meal, Aisha was a refined predator and couldn’t let garbage like Pete into her system.

“Sorry!” Pete blubbered. “This guy that runs the slave ring took him, talked about taking him for a trip to Sentiel III.” That was enough for Jim and Aisha. Nodding to one another, Aisha spit out Pete ceremoniously and let him collide hard with the floor. Not giving the man another look, Aisha ran out of Pete’s Pit with Jim trailing behind her. Before leavening, Jim gave Pete one last piece of advice.

“The only reason you aren’t in her belly is that you’d slow her down if she had to carry your fat ass until digestion.” Jim left then, leaving Pete to dry the Ctarl-Ctarl spit off his face.