Instead, it had a vague idea of its surroundings based on their taste. Being a sentient tongue, the beast lacked eyes with which to watch the red-haired woman. Alas, you're small and you look weak.' The tongue devil once again stopped eating, and it moved to expose more of its surface in Makima's direction. 'A sentient tongue? I haven't heard of a tongue devil yet, but I suppose some people must fear tongues. The chefs looked at each other, and then they filed out of kitchen as the door shut behind them. The tongue halted its feast for a moment after Makima spoke, and then resumed its meal. In trying to retrieve some baked goods, it knocked over several trays and it greedily snatched up the fallen goodies. Instead, it relied on an external source of liquid, in this case, a nearby sink that it broke, to moisten itself and enable it to more easily breakdown food. Being just a tongue, it lacked the glands to actually produce its own saliva. These appendages weren't strong or dexterous enough to gracefully pick up a pastry and bring it to its main body, where it rubbed the food against itself until it got soaked and fell to the ground as a pile of goo. While the tongue could manipulate its shape to some degree, the best it could muster were some short, stubby arms and legs. The tongue ravenously licked the goodies off of the shelves and the floor.

Makima walked past several bakers and chefs on her way to gaze upon the pastry thief. Despite her fear, the waiter felt compelled to take Makima to the cooling racks in the kitchen. Take me to where the devil is,' she commanded the scared waiter. I'll handle this quietly and discreetly,' Makima said as she stood up and took off her black overcoat. This is a nice restaurant and you aren't always the most. Makima, shall we go kill it?' Aki asked, reaching for his sword. 'Ooh, let's chop it up and eat it!' Denji exclaimed, hungrily kicking his lips. there was a half-meter tall tongue in the kitchen eating our croissants!' 'A big tongue?' Power asked. 'What's the matter?' Aki quickly asked, concerned that the screaming could mean either a devil or an infestation of some sort.' 'There.

A screaming lady ran out, visibly shaken and grossed out. Makima, Denji, Aki, and Power had just sat down to eat some baked goodies when the commotion began in the kitchen. Up until now it had been a quiet morning in the gourmet bakery in downtown Tokyo. Makima's Insoles 'Eeeeekkkk!' a woman screamed.

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