So Desco has an old-fashioned glass bottle filled with milk that she seems to be enjoying - once she finishes drinking, she has a little milk mustache and a happy smile as she throws the bottle straight up. Her left primary tentacle snatches it out of air, letting out an audible crunch as it chews through the glass and swallows. Desco sighs happily as she rubs her stomach, the perfect picture of contentment.

And then she starts screaming in fear and panic, her tentacles splitting open to add their own unearthly wails to the cacophony.