# 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