Q: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, how did you get your name? or is it a nick-name?

A: A sharp, but comical crack can be heard only briefly before a curiously dressed dragon is a little to close to the asker for definite comfort. When the Snapper opens its jaws to answer, perhaps even jovially, there in its mouth is an... object. For lack of a better term. It appears to suck in anything near it bit by bit, particles of pure white matter glimmering menacingly.
Instead of any sort of words, or even a language, is the sound of a quickly rising in pitch beam of noise.

You don't stick around for the aftermath.