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"Unnnnnngh...." Jordan groaned as he was coming to once more, realizing that he was still entwined with the snake in the jungle. He felt so weak from the lack of oxygen. How long had he been out..? As he sucked in air as if it were going out of style, Jordan tried to wiggle out fo the coils, but he was making no progress and he was afraid he'd awaken the cobra if he struggled too much. Jordan didn't know about buzzing. He'd been told about the chips by Awen a long time back, but nothing more than they were chipped. He'd never inquired about the subject either, finding that he'd anger someone with the topic.

"Heeeeee'p..." he choked out. "Heeeeeeeeee'p..." came the weakened plea. The cobra wrapped around him was like a noose about his whole body and he feared there was no escape. His arms were pinned to his sides still and the fangs in his shoulder kept him firmly in place. His struggles were only making them hit raw nerve.

The familiar croaking... what was his name again...?Norman..? Newman..? NEWT! Tere was hope after all! His salvation would be the frog..... that he had berated into the ground till was nothing more than a fumbling glob of Feral property. At hearing the nearing croaking, Jordan strained his voice as much as he could, barely above a whisper as he 'yelled'. "Neeeeeeeeeeeewt.. heeeeeeeeeee'p meeeeeee.. p'ease... heeeeee'p meeeeeee.." His struggling renewed as the hope of being freed was within sight.

"P'eeeeeeeeeeease... beeeeefo'e he wakes up.." the scared dogman was whimpering now. Full-on, actual pitiful canine whimpering. He began to sniffle as Newt pretended not to hear him. He was being ignored...? How... how could he do this to him?! Why would he leave him to die in the coiled clutches of the cobra..?! He gave Newt a pleading look of desperation as tears rolled down his cheeks. If this is what the forg wanted to see, then he was getting even. "You.... wouldn't leeeeeave meee heeeere, Newt..?"

In this particular situation, the frog's stuttering was like a spike being driven through his head and out the other side. Each and every stuttered syllable was painful as Newt tormented Jordan for what he had done. Jordan just wanted to be freed from the confines of the snake straight-jacket. He was helpless to ignore the ramblings of the angered frogman and he was incapable of even plugging his ears so he had to endure the flowery speech of how Newt was happy and blah blah blah! Grrrrr! "I was only doing my job. Don't blame your problems on me, Newt. I'm so sick of it. Have some integrity for your own mistakes and stop blaming others for your misery. I didn't ruin anything. I didn't make your life hard. I wouldn't have to have been there in the first place if you'd just done your job." It wasn't the time to argue the point, but Jordan was getting pissed off at the frog's allocation of blame and he wanted to get away before Thom woke up. "Now, if we're done playing the blame game, can you PLEASE get these fangs out of my shoulder!" he gasped for breath.

Newt's spontaneous attack probably wasn't the best idea he could have had. The impact of a giant from landing on top of him was enough to startle Thom awake. He grunted in surprise as his eyes, open even while he was unconscious, refocused, and instinctively retightened his coils about whatever they were holding--in this case, Jordan. He took a moment to reestablish himself, eyes sweeping the area before falling on Newt...

He jumped up as if he had been shocked, freeing his fangs from Jordan's shoulder in the process, and reared back in an attempt to ram the frog off of him. Why knew what the creepy b*****d had been up to!? "Get the 'ell off me!"

As Thom suddenly woke, Newt flinched and nearly lost his grip, but the walls of the damn had already begun to crumble, and there was little stopping him now. He hopped back onto the bucking snake, fists flying to the poor man being squeezed tightly, "C-C-CRUSH HIM!" Newt screamed, eyes streaming with angry tears as he beat a fist down against scales, trying to find an open patch to send Jordan a blow, his throat inflating frantically as he croaked as ferociously as froggishly possible. "C-CRUSH HIM D-DEAD!!"

What manner of devil's fortune had smiled upon Jordan? It's name: Newt. In his unwillingness to aid Jordan's escape, Newt had awakened the beast and was now its target of aggression. That was fine with him. Stupid frog trying to beat him to death when he was in a pinch. Served him right! This only served to prove that Newt was responsible ofr his own woe, not Jordan, but that wouldn't likely sink through the frog's slimy skull. He'd probably blame Jordan for nearly getting him killed by Thom. Feh. Whatever. Dumbass!

Jordan -for his own safety- didn't move an inch initially when Thom's coiled tail loosened and released him. In his stunned state, he took a few cleansing breaths to fill his aching lungs. Only when the cobra had re-directed its attentions to Newt did he slink away slowly. Not far, just in the direction of the bushes where he'd seen the rabbit flee. He could still save the little guy and come out of this intact. He kept peering back over his shoulder as she tried to sneak on his pawpads, hoping that stupid frog wouldn't say something.

Thom just about wet himself when he found Newt's tongue plastered to his nose, but settled instead for freeing one of his arms and literally snatching Newt's tongue away. Shuddering in disgust, he tightened his tail around Newt's legs and gave the frog a shove, toppling him forward and promptly sitting on his back while his tail shifted up to wrap around Newt's arms as well, freeing Thom's. He cuffed the back of Newt's head to shut him up, then glanced up after Jordan, frowning.

"Get your arse back 'ere an' sit, or I'll let Newt after you," he snapped, jabbing his finger towards a spot on the ground a few feet away. "You're lucky I don't toss th' both of you off th' cliffs, 'avin' the nerve t' interrupt my lunch an' jump on me while I can't defend myself!" Hood flared, he hissed through his teeth, shooting another glare down at Newt before glancing back up to Jordan. "Now, what's all this about?"

Under the coils of the snake, the frog's plump body shivered. Newt had, surprise surprise, started crying again, needing an outlet for the pent up aggression the snake seemed intent on forcing him to bottle. He kept murmuring things like, "N-n-nuh-nuh-not f-f-fair..." and, "L-l-lying..." between his broken, miserable croaks.