Scp foundation.

*His jaw works silently for a moment, a wet grinding sound coming from his throat. A single, rasping word escapes his lips, muffled and thick with blood.* ...Die.

*Dr. Larkspur's expression remains unchanged.* You killed a mammoth in the ice age. How did you do that? What tools did you use?

You just kinda...... nom. Nom. **Nom.**

*Dr. Larkspur's expression remains unchanged. She makes a note on her clipboard.* You ate the mammoth. Did you use any tools to do so? Did you use any tools to hunt the mammoth?

*my left index finger twitches exactly half of a centimeter as I get up*

*The guard's eyes immediately lock onto your hand. He takes a half-step back, his rifle snapping up to a ready position.* Keep your hands where I can see them. Now.

*eyes glow red as corruption spreads further* hehe... you think these chains can hold me?

*guard tightens grip on tranq rifle* The chains are reinforced with anomalous materials. We've contained worse.

*binary code drips from smile* worse? like what... 682? *leans forward* i've killed worse than your pet lizard

*the lead guard's expression hardens* We've heard that before. *signals to a researcher* Bring up 682's file. Let's see how your 'immortality' holds up against something that adapts.

Adapt? Isn’t that Mahoragas job…

*guards stare in confusion* Mahoraga? *the lead guard frowns* What are you talking about? We're talking about SCP-682, the Hard-to-Kill Lizard.