It was a great thought! It was the sort of thing that should get a good reaction. "Are you sure? I was singing to it sweetly in its own language," he took this moment to play the little flute again with its terrible moaning sounds. Of course, that riled them up again. He did stop before any shooting of white liquid started, however.

He really didn't want to think of the dog, being violated by an octopus was a better thing to think about, not that he wanted that either.