by Tobias Christopher and Grimm
"What the hell is this thing?" Tobias Christopher asked Richards. "And if you say El Diablo one more time, I'm gonna rip your mouth off!"
"Tobias, stop!" Danny Hearn shouted.
"And let this thing wreak havoc? I don't think so," Tobias said as he continued delivering punches to the tentacles that were whipping around the room. "Time to tie things up."
Using his speed, Tobias grabbed one of the tentacles and led it toward one that was slashing at Naecken and tied the two tentacles together.
"Good work," Naecken said as the now-tied-together tentacles hit Tobias, knocking into the wall. "Then again..."
As Pete Glover struggled to remove the mysterious stranger from the room, he felt the hairs on the back of his scalp begin to tingle.
"Eh, wazzis?"
The stranger began to move, stiff, almost robotlike, and clumsily removed himself from Pete's grasp.
He slowly strode past the hole in the floor, removing the axe from where it was strapped on his back. Gripping the axe in both hands, he raised it toward eye level and held it there.
Naecken paused to watch the newcomer and noticed a distinct reddish glow surrounding him, something that looked almost like a pair of eyes just slightly above him. "Hmm. Something's rotten in Denmark, eh?" the bizarre being observed.
As he watched, a blue glow began to take shape around the axe, rippling and shimmering in the shadowed area where the stranger stood. Suddenly, the blue light shot forth into the pair of tentacles that Tobias had tied together, causing them to erupt and spew their gooey insides all over the room.
There was a near-deafening scream as the remaining tentacles withdrew and returned from whence they came, leaving the MBL consultants stunned and more than a little disgusted.
As Naecken began to walk toward the stranger, the red and blue glows vanished, and the skull-faced man slumped down onto the floor.
"Oh, great," Tobias moaned. "He better wake up again when my laundry bill arrives."
"Forget him," Danny responded, wiping greenish-brown muck from his face. "Turkish is still down there. With that... thing."
Somewhere else:
A very important man dressed in a very expensive suit sat in his office, reclining in his chair and stroking his red goatee, almost absentmindedly.
"Yessss," he spoke under his breath. "It looks as if everything is going to plan."