(S2) Chapter 3: Electric Avenue

It fell apart. Dababy car, what was thought to be the fastest and more indestructible vehicle in the series, fell apart. Everybody was in awe. The one whose awe changed to a different emotion first was Billy Mays, that being rage.
“YOU COULDN’T KEEP UP ON THE FUCKING MAITENANCE OLD MAN?!” Will angrily screamed. River sighed and got out of the now broken Dababy car. It couldn’t muster a single “Les go.” It was dead.
“No son, I-“ 
“Don’t call me that!” William retorted.
“Will, we don’t have time for this-“ before Adam could finish, River cut in.
“Alright, sorry, the issue here is that the dababy car is a dead meme. It’s not funny anymore, so it doesn’t work. No amount of renovation can fix this thing. All we can really do now is wish upon a star-“ And to interrupt River, a star began to shoot across the horizon.
“Are you fucking- you know what, I won’t complain! This is a joke parody, therefore the logic here is that we can probably conveniently wish for chara to appear to us and for the star slut to-“
“I WANT TO HAVE THE SUPER COOLEST VEHICLE EVER THAT’LL WE’LL ALL LOVE AND WILL NEVER DIE!!!” King Funnyverse abruptly requested from the shooting star. The rest of the crew groaned in annoyance. King Funnyverse turned to the crew and frowned. “Oh I’m sorry, I just wanted to-“
“It’s fine. It probably wasn’t going to be that easy anyways. Let’s see what miracle Cliche has for us this time.” Adam replied. They waited around for a few seconds. A few minutes. An Hour-
“WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG CLICHE?!” Fuck Dekios, could you have a snippet of patience? I just finished a test, I’m thinking of the perfect vehicle for you guys. “CAN YOU HURRY UP?! THE CASTLE IS PROBABLY THOUSANDS OF LIGHTYEARS AWAY!!!” Fine, fine. Shit man, you want a vehicle that bad? I’ll give you all Sharky. 
“What is that?” Harrus asked. So glad you asked! Suddenly, an averagely-sized reef shark arose from the water. For a shark, it had a really dopey but happy look on its face. It somehow looked to just hover in the air, like it was water. It waved at them. King Funnyverse waved back while the others exchanged confused looks. 
“Hello, I Sharky McSharkerston, and I am you are vehicle.” He answered. Please excuse the little guy’s grammar, he’s learning. Papaya scratched his head, wondering how this could be a vehicle. 
“Right and how is THAT supposed to work?” Dekios asked. 
“Watch at this.” I don’t know if you ever watched that one Terminalmontage video where Boshi did that weird transition into a helicopter, but if you didn’t, then go watch Terminalmontage RIGHT NOW. But if you have, then you know what I’m talking about. What I’m getting at is that I want you to imagine that but instead it’s Sharky turning into the SUPER HIP AND REAL KART, or SHARK for short.
“This is the most stupid, nonsensical anagram you have ever fucking-“ shut up papaya, do YOU have any better ideas?
“No, but YOU’RE the writer.” I mean yeah, but I’m sorta tired rn papaya.
“Whatever, thanks for the new vehicle I guess.” You’re too welcome! The crew slowly decided to climb in. King Funnyverse enthusiastically got in first, seeing nothing wrong with this. Jasús followed shortly after. Dekios went in to make sure this shark wasn’t trying anything and that Lancer was safe. Will entered the driver’s seat because he’s the main protagonist and gets that privilege. River was going to sit in the passenger seat, but Will gave him a glare that made him sit all the way in the back. Harrus and Error entered next, taking the obligatory seats that no one gives a shit about. Adam gets the passenger seat because he’s just cool like that. 
Before William could even touch the GPS, it automatically turned to a picture of a gray circle with two small black dots for eyes and a slanted line for a mouth. Oh shit, it’s Lad! 
“Hello, I am your assistant, L.A.D.” The GPS said.
“Swell, I wonder what LAD stands for.” Dekios rudely and sarcastically asked. 
“It doesn’t mean anything you sarcastic fuck, I just had to name myself that way so I could pass the GPS inspection check. Where are we going?” The Lad answered for me, much to Dekios’s disliking. 
“We need to get to the GFWCC as soon as we possibly can.” Billy Mays answered. The LAD head spun around, thinking for a moment until finally stopping, seemingly having an answer.
“Ok, I think I know where to go. I know a shortcut, but we’re gonna have to go really fast to get to it; like, uber mega beyond light speed ultra ultimate fast to take this shortcut. You guys fine with that?” LAD asked. The crew exchanged questions and a few murmurs. The only real objectors were papaya and River, with Papaya objecting because of the wording like the whiny shit he is and River objecting because he was a coward. Majority ruled in favor of the shortcut though.
“Swell. Well then, next stop: Electric Avenue.” LAD said. Suddenly, the car began to spin. It began to spin so fast that it was putting a particle accelerator to shame. When the space outside the car became incomprehensible due to the sheer speed the car was going, SHARK blasted off. Space zoomed by. Stars became lines and planets became just splotches of color. Their heads were forced back into their seats as they zoomed past the cosmos. Suddenly, neon lights began to come into existence. The faint sound of music was heard outside the car.
And then, they had made it. They were on Electric Avenue. It was a really cool place, some vaporwave type shit. Neon lights illuminated everything around them; palm trees lined the invisible streets. Up ahead was a small town with what looked to be only about 20 buildings, the only ones sticking out being an Arby’s and a gas station. The crew suddenly noticed the music outside becoming louder and more clear. It was Electric Avenue by Eddy Grant, a real banger honestly. King Funnyverse looked out the window and noticed something cool.
“DAD LOOK, WIZARDS!” The crew diverted their attention to Arby’s, where a bunch of wizards were doing some cool ass shit outside. Some were playing basketball, and I dare say that they were fucking SHREDDING IT on the court. Others were casting some cool spells like arcane thunder just for the fun of it. There were even some wizards busting a move. Honestly, it was a wonderful sight to behold. Hell, even PAPAYA was fine with this. He was shamelessly grooving along with the music.
“Uh, no I’m not” Papaya lied. He was in denial. Come on man, you aren’t gonna look ridiculous or lame, even Adam’s schmoovin along. At that, Papaya sighed and finally agreed with me and started getting jiggy with it. SHARK pulled into the gas station to tank up- wait, how does that work? He’s a shape-shifting shark, why does he need gas and how would he not die from that?
“To answer your question” Lad began, breaking the fourth wall without permission. “Sharky is able to consume virtually anything for energy. Gasoline of all things really gives him a kick for whatever reason.” 
Sharky slurped that shit up. Them fossil fuels really hit the spot for him. Not sure how, but I guess he has different taste buds than ours. He could feel energy rushing through his veins- or well, technically his inner mechanisms since he’s a car rn, but whatever. He felt like lightning, like he could go on through all of creation and then some. Suffice to say, they got their gas. 
“Alright, that’ll be about $2,500,600 dollars plus a tax of about $698,033.27.” Lad said. Willy Wonka’s jaw dropped like a fucking cartoon character. Sure, the prices were lower than they are irl, but JESUS MAN, THAT MUCH FOR LIKE FIVE GALLONS OF GAS (yes it was only five; Sharky only needs five gallons to get going because he’s just cool like that)?! That’s outrageous! The rest of the crew heard this as well, so they expressed shock too one way or another.
Lad laughed, pleased he had surprised them. “Haha, I kid! First of all, gas here is a literal cent, there is no economy to drive. And secondly, even IF the prices were they crazy, I own this place! Sharky and I OWN electric avenue! We’re not charging ourself, duh! Also, you guys are literal gods, that amount of money would be a drop in the bucket.” 
The rest of the crew all sighed with relief. Sure that was a drop in the bucket for them, but since the crew isn’t a bunch of assholes, they’re actually somewhat considerate of others. At that, I think anyone in their right mind would be angry and have an issue with prices being that high, even if that kind of money is a lucky penny to them. And luckily for you and the pekoe in this story, I decided to make these guys at least somewhat sympathetic. 
For Harrus, that shock quickly turned into awe. “Damn, really? You really own this place?” He asked. 
“Yeah, decorated it myself too. Impressive, huh?” Asked Lad. Harrus nodded, looking outside the window and taking in the details of this vibrant place again. 
“Right, now back we go-“ before SHARK could take off, King Funnyverse objected.
“Wait! I’m sorry Mr. Lad, but I’m very hungry. Can we get a snack at the gas station?” Lancer asked.
“Lancer, we don’t have much tim-“ 
Lad cut off Papaya182, saying, “Actually, we have an infinite amount of time. To us, everything outside of electric avenue is eternally frozen. Time works differently here; so by all means, go get yourselves a snack. As a matter of fact actually, I’m hungry too. I think I may grab myself one too.” Suddenly, the screen inside SHARK began to glow. The glowing mass floated outside of the car and manifested into something new: lad’s base appearance.
Lad had a gray, spherical creature with two simple legs at the bottom of said sphere-like head. He had two black dots for eyes and a black, slanted line for a mouth. He turned to face the crew, who was oddly indifferent to this.
Actually, their indifference isn’t THAT surprising. If you remember some of the shit they have and are going up against, this isn’t really that big of a surprise. Anyways, Lad motioned them to follow him, which they did. The inside of the gas station was noticeably larger than the outside; it was about as big as a fucking bass pro shop. It was as decorated as one too. The interior had a very intriguing Vaporwave theme that honestly just made my day thinking about it.
King Funnyverse took off towards the snack aisle to look for some sour gummy worms while Errrr404, Papaya, Lad, Sharky, and Adam went to check out the foodcourt. Harrus went to go find a book because despite being trapped into the Harry Potter books for some time, he liked reading. Oh right, and River just went to the restroom. 
Actually, let’s focus on that guy for a moment. “Please no, I don’t like this kind of attention.” River pleaded. Oh come on man, you’ve pretended like we weren’t here for your entire run time, and it’s really easy to continue doing that so why not just do it? River sighed and nodded, agreeing with me. Good, now, where was I? Oh right, River was staring at the mirror. He was terrified but also angry, specifically at himself. 
He really had been a coward, huh? He had 2 kids- or was it 4? Who were those other two skeletons? He had left all of these people regardless. Sure, his ex was a crazy bitch, but that’s no excuse to leave your kids behind so easily. He felt awful, TERRIBLE. How could he ever make amends for this? Maybe he could save them from- but he felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. He was too scared to do anything. He took a few deep breaths and tried to muster up the willpower to put aside his intense fear. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped. When he turned around, he saw Yoda. Yeah, Yoda’s in Betatale, don’t you remember him from that one chapter?
“Troubled, you are. The REAL River are you, hrm?” Yoda asked. River was lost for words for a second, he was completely caught off guard by this.
“H-how did you know-“ Yoda laughed an old laugh, which cut him off.
“Know many things Master Yoda does. Read the plot from episode one I have. A man was your fake version, but a boy is you.” Yoda rebuked. River lowered his head and sighed.
“I know. I don’t know how to put aside my cowardice, master Yoda.” River replied. Yoda stroked his chin, thinking of some kind of deep advice to give him. In a few seconds’ time, something crossed his mind.
“Think for a moment you must. Remember your children when you first saw them you will.” Yoda recommended. River thought back to when Adam and William were children. They were cherish-able, adorable little things. And he loved them, he always had. It had been the hardest and worst decision of his life to leave them. Yeah, HE was safer that way, but he knew they weren’t, and he regretted it everyday. 
“Remember you must that yours are those children.” Added Yoda. River nodded. 
“Yours to protect those children are. Precious they are. Only one life they have. Protect that you must, or gone those precious gifts will be.” Concluded Yoda. River shook his head and stammered over his words.
“I-I-I don’t know, I don’t think I-I have what it takes!” River said. Yoda slightly frowned and began for the door.
“Then see we shall.” Yoda slowly walked out the door, which slowly closed behind him. River stared at the mirror and noticed something. The words “Don’t think, do.” Were etched into it…along with a swear word because this is still a gas station, but that’s not important. River stared at it and repeated the message to himself. “Don’t think, do…” River stared at it for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should leave the restroom until the message truly crossed his mind. “Don’t think, do.” He thought to himself.
He took a deep breath before opening the door with a slight confidence. Outside was the crew, waiting for him. Adam and Harrus seemed genuinely concerned, Jasús was nowhere to be seen, King Funnyverse looked like he was trying to hold back laughter, Lad looked confused, Sharky looked restless, and William just looked peeved. Oh yeah, and error was there too, indifferent and slightly confused.
“The fuck were you doing in there, did you find some kind of gl-“ William stopped himself from saying something vulgar considering his son was right there and didn’t need to know what that meant. Also, this isn’t Alphatale.
“Dad, stop swearing! You said it was bad.”  King Funnyverse asserted.
“Sorry.” William mumbled semi-sheepishly. 
“Are you alright dad?” Adam saying that caused Errrr404 to slightly grimace. “You were in there for about an hour. Did you eat Taco Bell or something? Are you feeling alright?”
“He was probably just too scared to talk to us.” Errrr404 retorted. This insult was met with an elbow from Harrus, to which he responded to with a scowl.
“No, I-I was just talking to an old friend is all.” Most of the crew all murmured and nodded in understanding because dad talks always last for hours. 
“Wait a minute, you know Master Yoda too?” Harrus asked. 
“Well yeah, who doesn’t?” Everyone agreed with this sentiment. River looked at the crowd and noticed Jasús’s absence.
River questioned, “Where did Jasús go? Is he alright?” 
“Oh, that guy. I had to kick him out because he kept badgering the cigar seller for something ‘stronger.’ I’m not trying to be judgmental of whatever this guy’s done or been through, but you guys are gonna need to keep a better eye on that crackhead if you’re gonna have me traveling with you.” Surely this won’t be a difficult ultimatum for the crew, right?.
The crew left the gas station and waited for Sharky to turn into SHARK again. “Wait a minute guys, let me go find my brother, ok?” Harrus requested. William gave him the thumbs up, so he went to go do such. It wasn’t that hard finding Jasús, he was just on the side of the gas station. Jasús stared at the ground frowning as Ares loomed over him, disappointed. The disappointment subsided quickly as he took a seat next to Jasùs, who continued to stare at the ground. 
“I’m sorry big bro, I shouldn’ta done that. Ahm givin’ us a bad rep.” Apologized Jasús. Harrus sighed and looked at his little brother. 
“Hey, it’s fine. I know you’re in withdrawal from everything you shot up as…HAM, you’re trying and I know that. You’re gonna slip up sometimes, that’s inevitable. I just ask that you catch yourself, ok?” Ares advised. He stood up and held out his hand to help his brother up. “We should get back, I think they’re about to go.” 
Jasús helped himself up with his brothers hand but didn’t follow him whenever he started walking away. “Wait bro, I wanna…I wanna tell you something.” Ares stopped and turned around. At first, he was a little impatient. He was scared that he’d annoy the rest of the crew and leave him hanging. But when he looked back, he was hit with a wave of emotions. Despite time not existing here, it had finally mentally felt like time had slowed down. And at that, he finally had the time to realize and take in that the man in front of him was his brother he had journeyed so long to bring back. 
All of those warm memories he associated with Jasús instantly began to flood back. Ever since Betatale had been brought back, he didn’t have the time to talk with his brother. The capturing of Chara and the fleeing of Space Mom happened all too quickly. He didn’t have time to soak in the fact that his dear brother was back. But now he did. 
“I did some really bad things as HAM. I hurt our brothers, I hurt our friends, and most importantly, I hurt you. I did so many bad things, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make up for it. What do I do, Ares? What do I do?” Harrus suddenly hugged his brother, catching him off guard.
“You do nothing. You hear me? You do nothing. I don’t care about what you did then, because I know that wasn’t the real you! You had that sick, tentacled freak in your head. What truly matters to me isn’t how you can fix this, because you don’t need to do that. What really matters is that you’re back. What matters is that today, I got my little brother back. And I couldn’t wish for a better conclusion to that whole journey Jasús, I really couldn’t.” Harrus suddenly felt something wet on his shoulder. Was Jasús crying? He could feel his brother shaking and sniffling. He was.
“I’m so sorry Ares, I promise I’ll never hurt you all again. I promise I’ll fight my addiction off for you guys. What do I tell ‘em, bro? What could I possibly tell ‘em?” Jasús asked. 
“Nothing, you don’t have to tell them anything. I’ll fight tooth and nail to let them know who you really are if they want to start something.” Replied Ares. The two brothers stopped hugging after a few seconds whenever Jasús started faintly laughing.
“Man, I really don’t deserve a brotha like you.” He said. Harrus scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on, don’t say shit like that. Besides, whether or not you deserve me, you’re stuck with me as your brother.” Jasús laughed a bit at that. 
“Eh, I guess yer right. Alright well, let’s head back to the rest o’ the gang, I’m sure they’re gettin impatient.” Jasús mused. The two brothers walked back, talking to each other about that one time HAM hired ink as a lackey and laughing about it. Whenever they returned to the crew, they surprisingly weren’t that peeved. The only one angry was Papaya…WAIT, OH SHIT, I FORGOT TO HAVE HIM FOLLOW EVERYBODY ELSE IN EARLIER.
“Yeah, you did. How do you forget me of all people? I’m literally the only one who complains about this stupid plot and I usually speak directly to YOU about it. What’s the fuckin deal dude?” Right right, I’m sorry. This one’s on me. Alright, how about I just give you this…uh…this Arby’s coupon I found as reparation?
“Wha- but I don’t even like Arby’s that much!” I know I know, but trust me, this is going to be very useful later. I’m not spoiling the plot to you, but originally, this was going to be an absolutely DEMORALIZING thing to try and get. 
“I…alright, whatever, thanks I guess.” Your very welcome Papaya. Anyhow, everybody climbed into SHARK and Lad assumed his position as the screen of the car again. Sharky took off energetically, blasting off through the long, vaporwave roadway of Electric Avenue. The crew was in a much more calm, collected mood than they were when they had first entered electric Avenue. Sure, Will was still at odds with his father, but even he was feeling more eased up despite being in the same vehicle as the man he hated. Maybe it was just the atmosphere of Electric Avenue, or maybe it was finally having a moment to relax after the back to back chaos of rushing to defeat Azathoth then instantly being dragged into this situation. They were certainly more talkative with each other.
Eventually, Jasús spoke up, directing his conversation to everyone else in the car. “Hey guys, I just wanna say somethin real quick, ok?” He said. Everyone grew quiet and directed their attention to Jasús. Despite no one having thoughts of judgements in their heads towards him- or well, Dekios did, but since when is that new?- their gazes threw off his train of thought. He stammered a bit until Harrus put his hand on his shoulder, a gesture meant to reassure him. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.
“Hey guys, I just wanted to say sorry for everything I did as HAM. I didn’t know what I was doin, I had that Cthulhu fella in my head. I’m so sorry for hurtin you all and putting you all through so much stress n’ struggle. I promise I won’t ever hurt you all again…and I’ll work on overcoming my addiction that I developed as HAM.” Jasús said sheepishly. The crew was fine with this apology. They all gave their responses.
“Oh yeah, it’s fine man. I understand, eldritch horrors can do some pretty gnarly stuff to ya man, ask me how I know.” Error said. 
“Don’t worry about it bro, you’re all good. Glad to have you back, by the way.” Said Adam.
Errrr404’s response was, “Psh, don’t worry about it Jasús. I know that wasn’t you. I’m just glad the four of us Bros are back together again.” 
“It’s ok uncle Jasús, I know that bad guy was hurting you and your head. I hope you get better soon!” Awww, what an adorable little comment from Lancer.
“Honestly yeah, you did bang us up a bit-“ Papaya, be nice. “But, I knew that wasn’t the boy I had watched over before our place’s destruction, so I suppose it’s fine.” 
“I don’t know what happened there, but-“ before he could finish his input, River was cut off by Errrrr404.
“Then don’t comment.” Adam gave Will a stern look that made him yield his bitterness this once. “Or fine, do comment, whatever.” 
“…I don’t know what happened there, Jasús, but based on the news, I’d bargain that you yourself are virtually innocent. If you really want to feel better about this though…” River said, “…then I believe a heroic journey such as this where you go out and do good is just what you need. It’ll make you feel much better.” Billy Mays was about to say something, but another glance from Adam prevented that.
“Remember Jasús: Sometimes, it’s best not to think and to just do. Otherwise, you’ll never make up for anything I’m life.”
||| It’s time for the villains to get some attention |||
Cthulhu stood before the rift to his home world- or well, at least what he hoped was a rift to there. He couldn’t use dimensional magic at his current state, so he had to rely on Space mom for the transportation. “Hehehe, I packed you a lunch, have fun baby!” Stellar Bitch teased. The Moon Lord grit his teeth and was readying a retort, but decided it wasn’t worth it because she would probably be too dense to understand his insult anyways. 
“Are you sure this is even a rift to the right place?” He asked. The astral mother’s face twisted into a more confused look.
“Well yeah, of course it is why wouldn’t it be?” She asked.
“Because you’re an id-…alright, whatever, I’m going. Bring us back here via rift after I send the message, Alright?” Cthulu requested. Space Mom found this whole situation about as humorous as we do. Lmao, an eldritch god can’t travel between dimensions? What a LOSER.
“Alright sweetie, have a good day at work~”
“Please shut the fuck up.” Cthulhu responded, finally walking through the portal. It was, in fact, the place he was trying to get to. It was Hadal, the lovecraftian outskirts of reality. A maddening, chaotic place to anyone but it’s residents. She was also somehow competent enough to open this rift close to the exact place he was trying to get to: his old home. It was a ludicrously massive and complex castle. He was more surprised that she actually got the place right than he would be if he found his car’s tires keyed. 
He was here to find his brothers and sisters. They were the only competent remains of Azathoth and his legion. Many of the unspeakable- the creations of Azathoth- were either killed, absorbed, or their power simply burned out. Sure, a few remained, but that number was definitely a single digit one. They were far inferior to him and his siblings anyways, so they wouldn’t be of much use. 
He debated how he’d introduce himself. For an elder god, me was frankly quite nervous. These were outer gods after all, surely he was no prestigious enough for them even as their sibling- no, that didn’t matter. He really needed their help. As such, he swallowed stress and opened the door. He didn’t announce his presence or anything, just waltzed on in.
He noticed a lack of guards in the castle. It was oddly messy and silent. Grafiti and rubble decorated the once elegant castle. Perhaps it was hit by some vandals, Cthulhu thought. The castle was oddly still and felt empty. He felt alone.
Or well, he did until he found the hall that the Royal tavern was in. 
When he opened the door, he was greeted with an unexpected sight: his siblings were all there, partying. Nyarlathotep, the eldest, seemed to be the only one sober in that room; he was trying to calm down and stop a drunk Lord Darkness (not not the author darkness, there’s a Lovecraftian being that’s literally just called the darkness) from pummeling Hastur, who also looked drunk. This was fitting for Nyarlathotep , he had always been a peacekeeper. This was strange for Hastur and Darkness however, mainly because Hastur was always so sophisticated while The Darkness was quiet and reserved.
And then he saw the others. Cxaxukluth was gorging entire fridges worth of food that frankly just looked disgusting. This was unlike him, he was always on a very strict diet and only ate what mortals ate, to the degree that he abandoned a planet he advocated because they persisted upon upholding cannibalism in their culture. Yet here he was, scarfing down the most vile concoction of body parts, sludge, trash, etc etc to feed his ravenous appetite because his fatass ate everything else. 
Then there was Nyogsot, the nameless mist. He was playing poker with his nephews, Nug and Yeb. Nug and Yeb boasted as they bested Nyogsot and his teammate, one of the only remaining unnameables. Oh yeah, despite being an unnameable, he had a name: Dagon, lord of the deep ones. Nyogsot angrily banged one of his many fists on the table, causing it to break. Dagon, on the other hand, took his anger out on the cards, ripping them to shreds. 
Many aspects of this surprised Cthulhu. For one, Nug and Yeb were never like this. Sure, they were mischievous at times, but they were generally pleasant and enjoyable along with not being annoying like they were here. Nyogsot was definitely out of place. He was the calmest of Cthulu’s siblings, but here he seemed overtaken with wrath. And finally, Dagon was odd for a different kind of reason. Dagon usually wore lavish, expensive clothing, but here he was wearing mere common folk clothing. He was also very materialistic, yet was tearing up the prized cards that Cthulhu himself gave him for his birthday. 
Shock and confusion turned to bitter disappointment for Cthulhu whenever he noticed his sister, Shubuggaroth. Despite her status as a fertility goddess, she was very picky over who she “did her thing” with. She would always need a good reason to let this happen and always tried to uphold some level of dignity. But here she was trying to seduce Kuthoggol, who was the prince of the shoggoth, a race of eldritch, shape shifting beings. Kuthoggol looked quite uncomfortable for the moment that Cthulhu observed this ruckus before everyone there finally noticed him.
“Oh. Well, this is…this is a change.”
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