Baz ties the cable to two harpoons and loads two guns. He laughs madly, aiming one into the creature's mouth, and the other into the last tentacle.<br/><br/>"Firing!" He calls, loosing both air-powered harpoons at once. They jam deep into the flesh. "NOW! Baz calls. "And hold tight! When this bastard gets a couple hundred thousand volts, it's NOT gonna be happy! Throw the switch, Patar!"