The lobster didn't even recoil. Its jaw unhinged and a serpentine tongue lolled out, dripping with caustic saliva. Winnipeg jumped again but boinged against the side of another bloody bubble. She lurched in another direction only to hit another wall. On all sides were bloody red walls.

The FUCKING CUNT had put her INSIDE a bubble.

Don't worry, Winnipeg! It can't hurt you as long as you're in my bubble!

"AAAURUURUUUUGH," said Winnipeg.

The slippery tongue coiled around the bubble, coating it in unctuous ooze. Once it had a solid grip, it began to reel the entire bubble with Winnipeg trapped inside toward its cavernous mouth.

Fargo must have remembered she existed because a dazzling bright line cleaved the monster's tongue. Winnipeg, the bubble, and the severed bit of black flesh flopped to the ground and started to roll. Winnipeg railed against her confines with the katana, hacking and slashing, deflected at every turn by the wobbling walls of blood.

"Let me out, let me out!" she screamed.

(Chapter 8)