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Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here.
"You really shouldn't be listening to that."
Liz Lemon looked up from her desk, "oh hi Kenneth, what do you want?"
"I came up to ask you what you wanted for lunch." Kenneth said, smiling, and his eye twitching. "I must ask you to stop listening to that song. Christmas carols are supposed to be about Jesus Christ, they're not supposed to be about the Old Ones."
"Why?"
"BECAUSE" Kenneth said, tentacles sprouting out of his back, multiple eyes glowing.
Liz Lemon blinked at him.
"I insist you stop, and I know what you want to drink, so I'll just let myself out" he continued, back to normal.
"...Right."
There was half a beat of silence, then "that would make an awesome TV show!"