"H-huh?"  Harmon's face turned to her in confusion as she started to tell her joke, showing how thick he was.  His head was thick.  Er… his brain!  You know what?  Nevermind.  The point is he looked at her thinking she was serious about the hinges and either didn't notice or didn't know about the thing that she had been screaming about the whole time.  At least until she hit the punchline.  "Ooohh…"  His tone said he planned to go back to talk to her about the hinges.  He really lacked a sense of humor... but he was rather gorgeous.<br/><br/>As Krystal retreated, several of the village men came running with torches and pitchforks, though they were probably as ineffective at fighting as she was, if not more.  Harmon took it upon himself to fight the monster, and the tentacles twisted into sharp spears as the monster tried to impale the armorless warrior.  At least Krystal could be safe with the knowledge that the thing planned to rape her, otherwise, she would've definitely been dead.