I mean, it chills me to the marrow just thinking about it. You're sat on a beach, and a huge herd of big-breasted, long-limbed lovelies are splashing about in the water. Suddenly one of them shrieks, shoots up in the air impaled on the end of an enormous tentacle with blood gushing all over her bouncing breasts and then vanishes in a foaming maelstrom of red-stained water. And then all the rest of the girls stampede out of the water screaming. And then a deadly silence falls. As everyone realises. That the terrifying CGI cut-and-shut beast won't be happy devouring just one pair of firm, semi-naked breasts but will want more, and more and more and won't be sated until it has come storming up the beach on it's vile tentacles stuffing busty and exhibitionist women into its tooth-bristling maw until finally someone crashes an exploding speed-boat into its rectum while shouting about American values.