Ursula was well into her seventh glass of whiskey by now and blubbering, leaning up against Malphas and half-submerged in his ooze.

"And Oogie said, and he said, he said he didn't LIKE my tentacle rape." She sniffled, then sobbed. "Why does this always happen? First I get thrown out of court for using my tentacular wiles on Triton, then Oogie rejects me - me! I offer my heart to him, fragile and slightly wobbly, and he throws it away!"

"It's criminal," Malphas agreed sympathetically, trying to calculate the distance to the door.

Ursula wound one tentacle around the Shedite's ankle, or what would be his ankle if he had an ankle. Whatever it was, it was wriggly, unpleasant, covered with goo, and part of the method he used to walk. Shit, he thought.

"I just want someone who loves me for me," Ursula blubbered, and sodomized the fuck out of Malphas.