With Terminal brilliantly solving what was afflicting them all, Tentacular could now duck his head back in.
"You don't need to breathe!" He slapped a tentacle on his own forehead in realisation, leaving a momentary sucker-shaped welt.
"What about food Buffalo Bull? Chew the cud? Don't need meat? Vegan! Or was that your own dizzy gas knocking us out? Ruminant!" Tentacular resumed his trademark patter while he observed to see if the three of them stood a good chance of taking the Ox down, or whether they ought to be making their getaway, now that they had the files.
OOC:
So, real question for all, fight or flight? Assuming both are possible GM?