Octo-Fetus doesn’t need us. It just wants the human race out of it’s fetus face.
Here is the sonogram of your new baby. Would you like to know the baby’s sex?
*Stares with mouth hanging open. Shuts mouth with hand. Turns to wife.*
You told me you and Cthulhu were just friends. That explains the day I came home early to find his tentacles all over you. He’s a licensed masseuse you said. Didn’t put one tentacle where it didn’t belong you said. Well, he put something somewhere.
