That was the immediate thought running through Snap's head as his brain quickly took in the absurdity of his situation:
Here he was, in the middle of the street, dressed as his favourite wrestler, clutching a broken baseball bat, which he had just cracked over the head of the monster in front of him.
The greenish-black creature stared down at him, and he shuddered. Its big, white, misshapen eyes had no pupils, and its mouth was more of a ragged gash in its face, leading into a green abyss.
Anyone with any modicum of sense wouldn't have approached this monstrosity, let alone attacked him, but Snap did, for one very good reason:
This thing had once been his friend.
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illustrates a brilliant scene of Slither intimidating
, who decided that dressing as The Hurricane would help him combat this symbio-menace.
