[This time, one of the bullets hits the creature's center of mass, ripping apart a portion of its ganglia and effectively paralyzing it. It lays there in a puddle of its own mucus and fluids, its head and upper tentacles twitching, gradually going still as it drains.
Clyde, meanwhile, is hastily shrugging out of his coat and unbuttoning his dress shirt, breathing pained and fast.]
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Clyde, meanwhile, is hastily shrugging out of his coat and unbuttoning his dress shirt, breathing pained and fast.]