You people make me sick. Selling octopus legs, what kinda of place is this. A loud voice cried, easily over all those in the Metropolis, seemed whoever was saying it was quite angry. But who was more angry was the clerk of the store, who's business was being hindered due to this person. Go away, you damn octopus before I cut your legs off and sell them. Seemed the other person yelling was an octopus, one that talked apparently, who didn't take the threat to kindly. The end result being a water blast taking out the shop leaving it as nothing but a watery mess. Now that, that was done the octopus would need a secondary goal, so how about destroying those damn boats which were harvesting his octopi brethren.