# good old cyberthulu allegedly hired out by happy microstar network mundane and predictably odd cross between impossibly ancient biocosmic oblivion and post-modem ontological romantic hyperfuturism often disturbingly oozing yet also oddly cute to summon a giant tentacled faced gent of cyberthulu say in order to help with a particulary tough rotting knot of the undead currently blocking access to coffee machines down on d8 first stand seemingly alone inside a secrete underground research bass at night say on the vast testing floor in sector 9 then recite the following interdimensional teleportal opening pseudocode phrase three times i only eat celery backwards at seven degrees after midnight the hair on the back of your neck will immediately start to rise one should then get a heavy but friendly slime dripping tap on the shoulder please be ready to feed said polydimensional visitor with some undead or it will consume whoever's nearest ```[:nb][:dv pr 1][:dv br 200][:dv gv 40][:dv hs 50][:rate 30]``` an unironically amazing markerlight of flesh on moonbase alpha a dimensional text to speech realm where all is john madden pretty /h sun also confirmed flat // republic of bob