Now, Zoidberg wasn't generally a violent man, but events had been set into motion that he simply could not put the breaks on. There was something primal that was set off in him, some deep rooted need to out-masculine the flailing and flopping and fleshy human before him. Without thinking anything of it, he reached out his claw toward that open and exposed neck, and with more carelessness than malice, he began to close said claw around it. Needless to say, his claw was extremely sharp.