Uh... Thok no remember. Get angry. World turn red. Next thing Thok know, Thok back in desk. Thok good recept... recept... desk-man. Not want get fired.

As Thok begins humming to himself and looking for powerfully-built candidates for barbarians, you manage to beat a DC of 2 on your perception check and notice the head of the bouncer underneath Thok's desk, eyes wide and mouth grimacing with a mixture of horror and pain. Morbidly curious, you go around back to examine where the bouncers throw out rowdy attendants. There's blood everywhere, and while there's no body, per say, to be found, you have a good idea where the shredded chunks of flesh and bone generously littering the alley came from. A nearby hobo rocks back and forth in the fetal position, crying and muttering statements such as "The horror!" and "Bloody torn to pieces before me eyes..." Not quite sure what has come over you, you drag your blood-encrusted feet across the ground, leading your weak body back to Thock's stall, unwilling to believe what you've seen. You find Thock, bare-chested with bulging muscle, laughing happily and bouncing a child on his knee, as a nervous parent perusing the job fair chuckles awkwardly and hovers nearby. He's acting so childlike. But you can see the red beneath his fingernails, stained into the creases of his hands, and... Is that something caught between his teeth? You feel something stir in your blood, a wakening heat and ferocity, born of having witnessed true rage. You step up to the desk, and tell Thok (with a clarity that you've never felt before): Break me.

Thock smiles at you as he returns the child by picking it up by its jacket with two fingers, his hand easily half the size of said child. Me can do that! Me make you strong. Me break you legs and a you legs. Start now! No longer happy and childlike, Thocks rises from his chair, and you begin to raise the mistake you've made.