Okay, good, so Lennon was awake and Juno was awake and Marco found it hard to even be interested while there was the fucking octopus only a few feet from him, and he just really, really, really needed it to be not there anymore, whether it was real or not. Pam was nearly cradling the bucket, and Marco was just as annoyed with her now as when he had found out that she had kept the thing in the first place.
He thought about it quickly, and decided that there was maybe a fifty percent chance that half of this wasn't real. After all, this wasn't Mount Zenith, and it wasn't home, and there hadn't been a day yet where they'd all woken up in one room, and there was a fucking octopus in a bucket. The octopus usually showed up when he was about to get bad mentally, and this whole situation didn't sit right with him, and the addition of the octopus just left him unsettled. He wanted it gone. He'd feel better when it was gone.
He glared down at the bucket as other people woke up, silently wondering if this was the best way to handle his predicament. "Fuck it," he decided. He quickly crossed the room, making Pam flinch when he got close. He gave the top of the bucket a kick, intending to knock the thing over, but Pam grabbed it before it could tip. She let out a little shriek as she wrapped one arm around the top of it, and with her free hand she gave Marco's leg a shove, trying to get him to back away.
"Stop it!" Pam demanded, quickly wrapping the other arm around the bucket.
"Get rid of the fucking octopus, Pam!" Marco snapped back, roughly grabbing the rim of the bucked and trying to pull it away from her, and pry her arms off at the same time. Pam screamed again when he gripped her arm just a little too hard. The tug-of-war splashed water across the floor, and for a moment, it looked like Hathaway might just try to escape on his own.