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Originally Posted by Giant Hamburger
Thank you Sticky. It made me think of this...
"...The statuette, idol, fetish, or whatever it was, had been captured some months before in the wooded swamps south of New Orleans during a raid on a supposed voodoo meeting; and so singular and hideous were the rites connected with it, that the police could not but realise that they had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them, and infinitely more diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin, apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore which might help them to place the frightful symbol, and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head."
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GH quoting Lovecraft, I think. And, if not, well, it ought to be.
IA! IA! Hamburger Mna 'Fth'ngui Fgthan!
I have seen his unspeakable juiciness, his obscene buns tastily alurk in the dark rescesses of the human soul. He is the balck Burger in the woods with a thousand chips (and a pickle, and maybe a coke on the side.)
Is it not said, "It is not ground beef which shall eternal lie, and with strange condiments, burgers may fry?"
Ph'nglui mghw'nafh Hamburger R'yleh wagh'nagl ghazhtzgn
In sunken R'yleh, Giant hamburger waits, sizziling.
Be afraid.