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            There’s one of those awful shrieking groans, the kind you hear (far too often; this should not be a familiar sound) when buildings are threatening to come down, and then there’s someone yelling on the comms and dust in the air and Thor comes flying out of the octopus’ central mouth-hole as the whole thing tilts at a crazy angle, drags deep furrows into the earth with its tentacle-legs, then crashes to the ground in a shower of dirt and tiny, stinging bits of gravel.

            When the comms cut back in and the dust settles enough for visibility, there’s a pretty much even mix of jubilation and profanity from the others. (Personally, you’re kind of going for both at once, because yeah, you guys won, but you also just about got collapsed onto by a metal Hydra octopus monster, thanks, Thor.)

            Thor himself just declares, “And now, we go to the point of extraction!”

            It’s not like you can think of anything else to do, so you shrug and follow.