Kurt Vescher: Is unsure how this plant fits within the moral realms of vegetarianism.

Steadying himself with a drawn out exhale, Kurt gives Erwin a little squeeze, praying that he can hit something worth a damn in the...headish part. If he can't spot anything else attractive on the head, he aims for a part close to the neck in hopes of messing up the biological spine-flingy mechanism

(attack: 8 + 8 = damn it's nice to play a sniper. Damage: 5 + 4 = well, it's pretty good anyway. Fort save: 5 + 0 = it's okay.)