Nobody'd better lay a tentacle on my butterfinger!
Submitted by William P on 4/1/2010 10:00 AM
It was a dark day in R'lyeh. That is to say, it was like any other day in R'lyeh. Where Cthulhu lays dreaming... dreaming of the thing which he can spy only dimly. For that orange wrapper is full of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass. That mystery cryptically labelled "Butterfinger".