Damned if they were gonna be intimidated by a gaggle of screaming urchins, spiny or mammalian! Frenetically unloading the warheads, the fearless platoon of militant soccer moms chanted mantras of encouragement to the persecuted teuthoid leviathan:
"Oy gevalt, bubbeleh, for those little pishers you're getting all fa-klemt? Listen, you keep frowning like that, your face is gonna freeze that way forever. Nu, don't say we didn't warn you!"
The Kraken's massive hearts rallied at the reassuring sound (its own mum, Zrgnyqrvlppppwxfzk the Sea Hag, having perished 194 years earlier in an unfortunate blender accident). Meantime, Eric -- still struggling to come to grips with reality after the double shock of seeing the loathsome beast in his boat and Sir Stephen in his black lace teddy -- summoned all his inner strength and called out, "Lock and load!"
Warheads at ready, the serried ranks of soccer moms stood at attention on the deck, as the gargantuan H.M.S. HELLO KITTY unrelentingly bore down on the smaller vessel.
Somewhere, an armadillo hiccuped.
And then....