[Frenzilla stares angrily at the human as she talks. Reptile lips pulled back to show rows of grit, flesh-tearing fangs. He's going to rip you apart, lady, and--

Oh.

Oh, toy!

Frenzy's head perked upright, tilted. He wasn't sure why he was fascinated, but then Blackarachnia was throwing it. Was it food? What was this? What are you doing? And sure enough, Frenzilla takes after it, driven mostly by hunger and primitive stupidity.]