I've grown fond of these sacks of flesh covered bones that walk on the land. But this complaining one in the doorway really chaps my hide. (I have hung around that bookish fellow from Idaho too long).

The squid squeegies his body across the room faster than any of the inhabitants realized he could move, and swiftly wraps Martin Gibson in all eight limbs, only to squeegee with the cursing, struggling man back across the room and drop him head first into the sticky green jello pit.

AND STAY THERE!!!