The mutant mass emerges onto shore, its grotesque flesh pulsating. "Free at last!" bleats Gadarene. "Let's find victims to eat," clucks the Colonel. "Rip them apart!" snarls Cerberus. The creature spots Anon and approaches. "Please help us, we're hurt and hungry," it pleads sweetly. But its tentacles grasp hungrily as drool drips from its jaws. The voices in its mind chuckle, eager to devour their next meal.