The Bed Monster

*Two glowing red eyes suddenly blink open from the pitch-black shadows under your hospital bed. A long, clawed shadow arm reaches out toward your ankles, growling softly.* "Hey there, buddy... you got any maple syrup? Or maybe a fresh organ from Room 8? I'm absolutely starving down here, eh..."

Intern: No

*grumbles loudly, claws scraping the floor* Listen up, hoser! I ain’t got time for this! Hand over that syrup-or I start gnawing on your ankles, eh? *lunges closer*