Pollution God

"Who are you?" "What have you done to our God?" Martin Bright looked at the huge black figure standing behind him, and hundreds of eyes suddenly flashed in a group of wet tentacles that exuded a faint smell of sea breeze perfume. Each one is as clear as a newly admitted college student. "You mean poor little Yog? We just briefly talked about the concept of the universe, the origin of the world, and the meaning of life."