[The creature's groans draw answering calls, and another comes around a corner. It's in better shape then the first, shambling forward at a much faster clip.
Stitch considers his options - teethclaws NO. With the way those things reek, direct contact is not a good plan. Instead, he rips up a piece of mortar, flinging it like a frisbee. There's an incredibly satisfying crunch. The creature stumbles, most of the rib cage in smithereens.]
Bullseye!
[It keeps walking forward, splintered ribs sticking out at all angles.]
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Stitch considers his options - teethclaws NO. With the way those things reek, direct contact is not a good plan. Instead, he rips up a piece of mortar, flinging it like a frisbee. There's an incredibly satisfying crunch. The creature stumbles, most of the rib cage in smithereens.]
Bullseye!
[It keeps walking forward, splintered ribs sticking out at all angles.]
Oh come onyuck!