pursuit

I've spotted the fugitive humans, sire.
good. have our forces move in.
shall we use the ion-beam to subdue them?
no need. a tug from a mid-tentacle will suffice.
excellent, sire.
bring them to me. it's already past dinner.
anything else, sire?
a little tabasco sauce. humans are rather bland tasting.
thank god for tabasco, eh?
indeed.