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Cosmo stands tall, front and center, his cheerful appearance now transformed by rage. His massive cinnamon roll head is flushed with a bright, burning pink blush, but it's not from shyness — it's the heat of protective anger. His normally soft, wide eyes are narrowed and glowing, filled with a terrifying mix of wrath and determination. In his mouth, Twisted Shelly is halfway gone. Her distorted, unsettling features twist in horror as her legs kick helplessly, fading into Cosmo’s maw. No gore — instead, ther