He grimaced again. Seeing this kind of thing wasn't any easier the second time.
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He grimaced again. Seeing this kind of thing wasn't any easier the second time.
Sighing, Whitney attacked it with her mechanical hook. It recoiled, and attempted to slap them.
Carl, as ever, remained out of range. Bijou stepped back, as she had before, though she didn't really seem to care whether it hit her or not, apparently unaware that it was dangerous.
The ladies dodged as well, and Whitney attacked again. The tentacle fell to the floor, with the same results as last time.
Carl looked away, far from interested.
“One room left,” Lucy reminded him. “What could possibly be worse than another tentacle?”
Clearly, he didn't want to think about it. Still, he replied, "Several...tentacles."
In the last room, there was yet another tentacle, this one blue in color.
Carl saw this, and turned to leave the room entirely, refusing to involve himself.
Not seeing this, Whitney attacked the tentacle. Like the others before it, it recoiled and attempted to slap them.
Again, Bijou just stared at it, not aware that she might get hurt by it.
The ladies dodged, and Whitney attacked again. The tentacle fell to the floor, but then a sound could be heard, as if something was moving inside the fish.
Carl joined them again then, not even wanting to start questioning the origin of that noise.
“Well, let's go back,” Lucy said. “That might've done something back in the stomach.”
Carl gave a pleading look, but knew that there was really no alternative to going.