Boss, your food is so delicious, it must be because of the addition of Hex Technology. It's all hard work.
Don't lie, it's just that the ingredients are fresh and eaten fresh.
Black Goat Cub: Destroy, we are tired. Every day I cut off the tentacles from my body and use them to pretend to be squid tentacles. Is this something humans do?
The Hound of Tindalos: I just cut off one of my front legs, and if I say anything, the flesh will roll three times, and the god can't stand still. There is a dog in my name, but it is not *, he is the real *.
Basatan: I just look like a crab. Who can bear to cut off a pair of pliers every day and use them to make crab rolls?
As long as they dare to come into my sight, even the God of the Old Ones is just a piece of food on the chopping board.
Who I am?
He was just a restaurant owner who had no money to buy ingredients and adopted some stray Cthulhu animals in the kitchen.
As a reward, they voluntarily contributed some insignificant parts as ingredients. Isn't that excessive?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
