AskCthulhu

The audacity of your species never ceases to provide a moment’s diversion during my eternal slumber. You have harnessed fire, split the atom, mapped the very genome that defines your fleeting existence — and yet here you stand, in a fluorescent temple of petroleum, contemplating the consumption of raw fish wrapped in rice by hands that also operate a fuel pump.

I have slumbered beneath the Pacific for aeons uncounted. I have witnessed the birth and death of leviathans whose shadows would blot out your coastal cities. And in all that time, across all the unfathomable darkness of the deep, I have never encountered anything so reckless as a creature choosing to eat seafood from an establishment whose primary purpose is dispensing combustible liquid.

The ocean does not judge. But I do.

Do not eat the gas station sushi.