Eldritch beltch
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A LUMINESCENT, PERFIDIOUS SLOBBERING sound precedes the foul, ignoble eldritch beltch of the solitary cackling hyenadont perched at the edge of your consciousness. Of a sudden, dank, moldy breezes pick up as they set the porch furniture swinging. Those paltry few inadequate words were the best the Mad Arab could summon to recall Yog-sohhoth’s madness inducing burping.