Vince Grill awoke hazily, his head groggy and his pulse holding a dance party within his temple. His space suit made it difficult for him to sit up, but he managed, awkwardly. He looked about his holdings with disdain, and kicked with rickety metal fence with a rattle that showed it wasn't going anywhere. He grunted. With a hiss he clipped off his
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i mean that's his THING
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And it dosn't have giant leathery wings either. Which I guess the Cthulhu has? According to Image Google Search anyway.
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this story is wacky!
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