Need I say more?
BWAHAHA! sorry, I have no more to…(snicker) contribute to this (kkmfff) post…
Best. Chick. Parody. Ever.
I think that it’d be neat to print that out in the format of a Chick Tract and insert a few copies among the local Chick Tracts at the supermarket.
The only thing missing was the HAW HAW HAW.
tomndebb: Yes!
Eat me first! Me first!!!
Absolutely brilliant. Thanks for that link!
Oh, that was genius, I’ll have to leave some of those lying around.
…and the wonder is that no one ever thought of it before…
[Cthulhu]Mmmmmm! Czarcasm pie![/Cthulhu]
I love this
The look of horror on the guy’s face as he says it is priceless.
Dear Chtulhu:
Eat me.
Sincerely, Shade.
Best Chick tract that he never made.
Okay. :grabs bib and cutlery: I will get to England When The Stars Are Right.
**beagledave ** for posting this delightful site, I will give you a choice of being eaten first or last When The Stars Are Right.
Okay, this is a dumb question, but um…who is Cthulhu, really?
I think he’s like an octopus, and from some Lovecraft story, but other than that, I’m usually lost.
And how the hell do you pronounce it?
I am a terrible monstrosity from beyond, currently dwelling in the sunken isle of R’lyeh, waiting for when The Stars Are Right. The occult investigator H.P. Lovecraft wrote several accounts of me, fictionalizing them to keep the masses calm.
This thread should have answers for everything:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=220683&highlight=cthulhu
And as to your last question, well, you can’t, assuming you are human.
Would you like to eat me now or wait 'til you get home?
But what if the Elder Gods oversleep? Clearly if they can lie dormant for millions of years, they need their nappy time rather badly. I’m betting that even IF Cthulhu WERE to wake up tomorrow, it’d be at LEAST 10,000 years before he got the cobwebs out, got his tentacles all arranged and so forth and was ready to commence eating people.
Seriously, what made this parody so great is the way it perfectly balance the wackiness with the sincere desire to help that comes up in these tracts. That kind of thing is what distinguishes a truly wicked parody from a clumsy parody.
Cthulhu fhtagn! Cthulhu fhtagn!
(Translation: I make my own gravy.)