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Credit: madlab.org.ukDown in the basement, Otter got to work dissecting the thrall.&nbsp; The creature had by now shrunk to half the size she'd originally seen it while it was in the bathroom, and had turned the color of paste.&nbsp; It had tentacles that, when fully stretched out, ranged in length from approximately three to four feet.&nbsp; It had teeth in its maw--a definite diversion from the maw of a beak of a standard 'pus.&nbsp; Otter hacked crudely at the thrall's innards, some of her high school and college biology returning.&nbsp; She found its beak, siphon, brachial and systemic hearts, mantle, and the digestive cecum (an oblong pouch inside the corpus of the thrall, filled with disgusting grey ooze and mostly digested bits of bone and flesh).&nbsp; The thrall was a carnivore, it seemed; she found no evidence of plant matter in its digestive tract.&nbsp; One curious thing about the thrall was that each of the creature's largest three tentacles had a small sac containing clear fluid.&nbsp; Otter accidentally pierced on the sacs with her knife, causing fluid to leak onto her work surface.&nbsp; Half a minute later, when the fluid ate through the surface, she realized the sacs must contain some kind of extraordinarily strong organic acid.&nbsp; She was careful not to touch it, though it ruined her knife and prevented any further dissection with that instrument.[hr][/hr]Ninety minutes elapsed.&nbsp; Cyril, alert for the presence of the field agent from the Indianapolis office, heard a soft rapping at the fellowship door.&nbsp; When he answered, he found a small mousy man standing outside, huddled against the cold, sporting a pencil mustache and a black parka.&nbsp; &quot;Agent William Keihn.&nbsp; OK to come in?&quot;&nbsp; The man didn't extend a hand in greeting.&nbsp; Cyril realized a beat later there was a second someone outside, too.&nbsp; A tired-looking tall man wearing a North Face jacket and blue jeans, carrying a hard black plastic case in one hand.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6736119, member: 11146"] [center][IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/2repi6d.jpg[/IMG] [size=1]Credit: madlab.org.uk[/size][/center] Down in the basement, Otter got to work dissecting the thrall. The creature had by now shrunk to half the size she'd originally seen it while it was in the bathroom, and had turned the color of paste. It had tentacles that, when fully stretched out, ranged in length from approximately three to four feet. It had teeth in its maw--a definite diversion from the maw of a beak of a standard 'pus. Otter hacked crudely at the thrall's innards, some of her high school and college biology returning. She found its beak, siphon, brachial and systemic hearts, mantle, and the digestive cecum (an oblong pouch inside the corpus of the thrall, filled with disgusting grey ooze and mostly digested bits of bone and flesh). The thrall was a carnivore, it seemed; she found no evidence of plant matter in its digestive tract. One curious thing about the thrall was that each of the creature's largest three tentacles had a small sac containing clear fluid. Otter accidentally pierced on the sacs with her knife, causing fluid to leak onto her work surface. Half a minute later, when the fluid ate through the surface, she realized the sacs must contain some kind of extraordinarily strong organic acid. She was careful not to touch it, though it ruined her knife and prevented any further dissection with that instrument. [hr][/hr] Ninety minutes elapsed. Cyril, alert for the presence of the field agent from the Indianapolis office, heard a soft rapping at the fellowship door. When he answered, he found a small mousy man standing outside, huddled against the cold, sporting a pencil mustache and a black parka. [color=red]"Agent William Keihn. OK to come in?"[/color] The man didn't extend a hand in greeting. Cyril realized a beat later there was a second someone outside, too. A tired-looking tall man wearing a North Face jacket and blue jeans, carrying a hard black plastic case in one hand. [/QUOTE]

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