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The stars were right again, and Great Cthulhu was loose, ravening for delight...
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| Where the heck can a guy raven for delight in a town like this? | |
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| Hey kid, wanna buy a napkin? | |
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| What? Hey, I'm The Thing of the Idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, Great Cthulhu of the Corpse-city of R'lyeh. | |
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| Aren't you a little short for a name that long? | |
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| ... okay, one more short joke and I'm gonna feeler the crap out of somebody's knees. | |
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| You're gonna have to use the word "cyclopean" a lot more if you wanna even smell lovecraftean. | |
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