Yaha took a few steps back, pointing the gun at Baphomet, unsure of what to say at the moment.
Baphomet telepathically communicated, "Don't be nervous, I'm just... tired of eating those things, wanted to try something different."
Yaha clutched his heart, a surge of anger, fear, sorrow, and confusion overwhelmed him. It took him a while to regain composure before he rebuked, "Did he allow you to eat the people from the hotel?!! She's from Starbucks!!"
Baphomet shook the fur on its body and telepathically said, "Hey hey, no need for such a big reaction, right? This kind of person is dime a dozen. The real trouble is just dirtying the floor, gotta call someone to clean up. Besides, people in this hotel have seen this sort of thing before, if it happened to them, they would understand."
"This is different, Baphomet, different!! You can't eat the people from your hotel!!" Yaha shouted loudly.
