Strong Potato

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Zanni collected some kitchen knives and put them in his oversized pants. Each time he wiggled, the knives would collide and make a metallic noise. Zanni saw some pamphlets about safety and how to handle the kitchenware, but threw it away since it was meant to cut people outside the kitchen. After a minute or two, Zanni left the store after ransacking the place looking for money.

"Being a clown ain't cheap, ya know"

Zanni followed the crew, now answering the individual that peaked his interest. (@Shadow Dragon)

"The same as always... Darker on the outside than the inside. In the old school days this never was the case. It was eat or get eaten. Nowadays you can't even pronounce 'swear words' in front of children. New paradigma's destroy the old, so I eat the young to stop their consumer driven ways of exploiting the existing basis of our society. We live in a world where monsters are no longer scary, just wrongly identified and misunderstood. I will make us great again. So before I go back to feasting on rotten flesh and corpses, I wanted to ask you: Are you a halfblood or perhaps one of my descendants?"

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Enjoying the flesh festival, Zanni had to take a moment to clean his eyes. Did he actually lose the race to a human? Zanni could not believe it. He must have cheated somehow. Zanni started walking in @MikkishtheLeprechaun direction, occasionally biting off some fingers pointing towards him.

"You know pointing with your fingers is rude..."

These humans are all strange creatures. But something was off.
The ones he met were a little extraordinary...

"Leave some kitchen knives for me, I love throwing them at audiences", Zanni said.

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"Alright. Show us what you got, mouthwash(@Gentlemanvaultboy)!"

Thinking this was kind of a race, Zanni widened his smile and started running towards the same destination.

"Hey Billy, got a present for you. A surprise make-over!" Zanni started chomping into zombie faces, legs and hands, leaving the victims more gruesome and disabled than they were before.

"Gotta love a midnight snack," said the clown while grinding some fingers from an undead adolescent between his teeth.

Zanni also noticed a certain blob(@Karkinos) coming out of the elevator, but kept running.

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@MikkishtheLeprechaun

Lol I didn't know, hahaha

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"You wanna go, bro?" Zanni signals to the other zombies to form a huge circle around him, Mikkish(@MikkishtheLeprechaun), Dog(@Gentlemanvaultboy) and the speedster.

Zanni has an eye-to-eye moment with the flashy fellow.

"We need all the help we can get. Would you like to join our crew and find a way out? These zombies are dumb, but won't all listen to me. We are now with 3, 4 members, I think..."

One of the zombies started to annoy him and Zanni instictively bites a hole in his brain. Now thinking about his last action and how he couldn't undo it, he figured it was unwise.

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Zanni looked up and smiled.

"Oh my, what do we have here?"

Revealing his teeth, he plunged into the crowd and started conversing with the zombies. Not with words, but with deep grunts and chewing noices.

(Zombie language):"Hey Darell, how has the wife been? Hey Scotty, you too! Harold, stop harassing my friendo over here! You guys are pretty chill dudes..."

Zanni followed a part of the crowd. It seemed they wanted to show him a thing or two.

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Looking at the beast(@Samdragonx) outside the 'cage' Zanni was in, he saw a certain irony in all of this. The elevator protected them from the rubble coming down the ceiling. The mighty beast might have been the one who brought them all here. He sure looked strong enough. Being in his safe spot, Zanni placed his thumb on his nose and stuck his tongue out. "Nana nana naaaanaaa! You can't get us in here!" Zanni mocked the shiny creature as the elevator was set in motion.

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Zanni withdrew his hand. Crying, screaming and crawling away... The reactions he loved. But somewhere deep down in his grey blood-clogged heart he wanted something different. Rejection was a feeling he was familiar with, but seemed to hurt this time. Bet if he looked more like that human(@MikkishtheLeprechaun), they would get along fine. Zanni started walking towards the elevator.

"PARTY IN THE ELEVATOR EVERYONE, WAIT FOR ME!!!" Zanni didn't stumble this time and ran full force.

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After coming closer, Zanni realised something. His face wasn't hidden at all. By releasing some air, the volume of his big red nose had decreased, to the point he could make eye contact. And if he could see them, they could also glare back. Checking out the people not blocked by his inflated nose (@MikkishtheLeprechaun, @Gentlemanvaultboy ), he figured the same could have happened to them. The gig was up. In order to survive, he had to communicate like 'normal' people do.

"Apologies for the weird approach. I am not a very social person. I am the great Zanni Bozo. I come and go in peace..."

He relaxed his finger muscles and slowly all the air was set free. His nose started to shrink again and now his eyes could see further than the end of his nose. One person took all his attention. He sat down on one knee and reached out his greasy stained with blood right-hand glove and uttered the words:

"Need a hand, milady?" (@Assallya)

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Zanni hears voices. Not the regular voices, but voices of distress and fear.

"Ahhh... Showtime!"

He strolls slowly in the direction of the voices. The first impression is important. The audience has no clue of the act that is about to be performed. He holds in his breath. These are the moments that define greatness. His red nose starts growing and growing. It has grown so big that Zanni can hide his whole face behind it. With a balloon-sized nose filled with air he walks towards the sounds. If they can't see the face, they will surely not judge on sight alone.

"Hello there big boys..." Zanni stopped talking. By compressing the air in his nose, his voice went from deep and dreamy to high and childish. His teeth almost penetrated his own nose. By releasing some air, he should be fine. His nose shrinks an inch.

"Hey, you would like heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllll...p?" Zanni mumbled and stumbled. Why can't he just go killing again? Scraping wiggling tissue from bones is easier than confronting possible powerful abductors. Courage, Zanni, is what you need. Doesn't matter if they fear you or love you, they all better be watching their funny bone. He needs to sound friendlier and inviting.

Still without being able to see anyone, he mumbles:"Wanna be friends? Come over HERE!" Realizing nothing would make this scenario less akward, Zanni starts running heads on to the voices, hoping they are less frightened from him than he is of dogs. "Friendly, friendly, friendly!" he screams, not knowing where exactly he is. One hand is waving in the air, the other one pinching his nose.