The common skull-hooded octo-cobro clasped it's mid hands together, talons mingled. Jaws unhinged and it let out a putrid odor with forked tongue flickering, tasting the air. "When are the cheeeeessssseburgarssss going to be ready?" It hissed, eyeing over the shocked-looking cook (not shown) from behind the counter of McFuckYourCalories.

This skull-hooded octo-cobra is mine. :3