Grabbers Page #3

- There's a storm coming.

Really? Are the gulls

flying low or something?

No, it was on the telly.

- You are not married, Lise, are you?

- No.

Like O'Shea.

- Well, widowed.

- Widowed?

He wouldn't tell you.

No, he's a very private fella.

With a few drinks and a nog, it might

come up, but not normally, no.

There's no need for him to be

here, really. I think it's...

bit of a sabbatical.

Oh, if you need, at any stage,

a bigger bed, I have a lovely room,

'The Honeymoon Suite', usually we

call it, off the back of the hotel.

- It's very quiet.

- No, thank you.

It has much bigger beds. If there's two

instead of one, you know you are salved.

Because next week, we have a huge stag

party from Dublin, so if you want...

- the bigger room, now is to book it.

- Okay, thank you. Goodbye.

- All right, Lisa, have a great day!

- Thank you!

Morning!

Nice place you've got here.

Close to the beach, all mod cons.

What happened?

Section 4.1 of the Public Order Act:

"It is an offence for any person...

to be present in any public

place while intoxicated...

to such an extent as would give rise

to a reasonable apprehension... "

You arrested me?

You passed out before I

could find your house.

Garda Nolan.

But I get a reward for

discovering it, a finder's fee.

- We'll discuss it later.

- But I get something, right?

Ugh.

Is that your professional opinion?

- A grabber.

- A what?

I've told you, Paddy,

I'm not calling it that.

It needs a name that defines it's genus.

- I discovered it. I get to name it.

- All right. Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

- What is that thing?

- I haven't a clue.

I've never seen anything like it before.

It's a completely foreign species.

I can't even begin

to origin it or class it.

- A grabber.

- Paddy.

- It has attacked you?

- Stalked on the ceiling, it was.

- Nearly ripped me throat off.

- It's dead, right?

- Um, I'm not sure.

- You are not what?

The basic tests I've done so far have

shown up nothing usual or normal.

It is beyond mystifying.

I mean, really, I can't be

sure without opening it up.

'Tis dead.

Would you stop doing that?

Is it any wonder it bit you.

- What's that in it's mouth?

- That... is it's tongue.

Check it out.

Spits like a frog and strangles ya.

Whip it fast and sharp.

So, I'm guessing this creature

bleeds it's prey like a leech,

consuming the blood like

some sort of Vampyroteuthis.

- Vampyro what?

- Vampyroteuthis.

It's a rare deep-sea squid,

but no, this is not that, no.

This is something totally

different, something alien.

You know, in that it's

undocumented, not from...

- It's gotta be worth a fortune.

- Oh, but... here's the thing.

When I tried to clean some dirt off it,

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