By now R was a drooling, desperate mess. No matter how many people he attacked, he just couldn't get a good grip on them. Tributes slipped out of his grasp, others realized he could only move so fast and kept dancing out of his reach and taking off at a fast jog (damn) and R was left feeling like he was spinning in circles, both the hunger and him frustrated enough to grind their teeth.

The gasp behind him made R jerk upright, this slow, unnatural shiver going up him. He turned at the voice, looking right at his friend without recognizing him. It was probably too much to hope he had this guy rooted to the spot. That didn't stop R from switching targets and starting to stumble over toward Bert, his gray hands up in claws like he was already grabbing him and going to town.

"Ghuh!" R groaned.