"Sounds good," Tyler replies, sitting back in the recliner as his tentacle nabs up the sacrifice of the spare wheel.

The group of four...maybe if they would have had some strategy, they wouldn't have become shoggoth kibble. One's nabbed by the single-victim shoggoth near the top.

"AAAAIIIGH!"

Another is caught and tied to Fetishman's shoggoth through the chain link fence. Sheeeee doesn't look to happy about this.

And the last two? Well. There's two volkswagen bugs of monstrous appetite and formless eyes waiting at the bottom of the fence for them.

"...I'm so hiding behind you when she gets loose." Tyler informs Phil.