The tentacled Great Old One, who until very recently had lain dead and dreaming at sunken R'lyeh, shuddered at the thought. It wasn’t his fault, really. I mean, what else could you expect after a couple of strange eons under the sea? But he had to do something. A note -- that was it! A preemptive apology might help.
Dread Cthulhu, nameless terror from beyond the stars, dug up a scrap of paper and a pen and began to write ...
I have consumed utterly
that were in
the pit of madness and cosmic despair
you were probably
they were delicious
and so warm