T-Rex: A woman trips, falls, hits her head. You run up to offer help, but instead of blood, thick black manga seeps out of the wound. The woman turns her head unnaturally towards you and smiles. There's too many teeth in her mouth. Too many mangas.
T-Rex: You turn to run, hating the strange, corrupt part of you that wants to stay!
T-Rex: Glancing behind, you see her body skittering towards you, crawling on all fours, her limbs at impossible, horrifying angles. A slick wet trail of mangas coats the pavement behind her. You run, but everyone you pass turns to chase you too. The entire town has been changed - taken - by the mangas. The townsfolk surround you, and as you stare into their eyes you see only mangas staring back at you, vast and cool and unsympathetic.
T-Rex: They open their mouths, too wide, mangas spewing out onto the ground in a heap.
Utahraptor: They ignore your screams.
T-Rex: You're pushed into the twitching pile of mangas, your feet and hands making contact with the gelatinous mass. They spiral up your limbs, and then you feel manga pushing past your lips. The mangas are moving inside you now. You can feel yourself ending. You -
T-Rex: YOU ARE THE MANGAS.
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