The ancient monster disrobes its Sabrina Carpenter skin suit and laughs, spitting fiery hot venom into the crowd below. The screams begin. This was an expensive ticket, no less. It was only seconds ago they were listening to perfectly crafted generic pop- their models predicted these songs would be consumed mindlessly by this planet’s inhabitants. Their models were correct.
“Sabrina” rips her perfect mask off and tosses it into the crowd- based on billions of human beauty simulations, it’s a collector’s piece, no doubt. The middle aged lady who catches it feels so lucky, if only for a brief moment. The monster spreads its wings, lifts and descends upon her, engulfing her body and those surrounding in flames. It rips her head off for sport and kicks it away in its best Beckham impression.
Please, they scream. Don’t do this.
“Don’t you mean please, please, please?” Cthulhu mockingly replies.
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