redweasel
Fuzzbutt
and now there are two crying eldritch abominations! nice going, glyph!
What secrets hold you, great tome?
What truths have you yet not told?
As Grim was trying to comfort the wailing Miveran-mass. Glyph was looking desperately through the Necromomicon for anything that might help reverse this. Before they all drowned in tears.