In the light of the stars, a little tomb lay in drowned R’lyeh
One Sunday morning, the stars came almost right, and – boom! –
out of the crypt came a big and very hungry cthulhupillar.
He looked for something to ease his gnawing hunger …
When will the cthulhupillar’s voracious appetite be satiated? Prepare for people to stop and stare puzzled at your new shirt, seeing something familiar and not quite right. Simply offer them a wide-eyed smile and laugh maniacally.