"Augh- Gonna feel this one tomorrow..." he groans as they lift the piece of furniture, Deacon practically crab-walking over rubble to carry it towards the door. He does spare it a glance, the louder sounds giving him some concern, and then that tentacle sneaking through making him hiss out an annoyed breath.

"Okay, so it's probably more intelligent than we gave it credit for," he grunts with a frown. "That one's on me. C'mon, just a bit further... mind the tentacles..."

Maybe if they can push this thing against the door hard enough, it'll snap right off. A plan is starting to develop in Deacon's mind, although how they later get out of here is a concern for later.