Go on. You know you want to.
May I interest you in the thoughts of my master, the Great Chthulhu? Just slap your tentacle to the pentacle.
OK, where are the reptiles? I’ll decide it they’re cuddly enough….
Damn it, he’s just too heavy for the tractor beam.
“Hah! SUBMIT, puny human! You are no match for the Eight Woven Tentacles of DOOM!!! What? Hey! Stop sucking on my head! Ewwwwww! Gross!”
Try as he might, young Joshua was just not interested in the green knitted Octopus. Mostly he just fancied dad’s camera.
You don’t know how true that is, Winty.
Oh my god, Nano-Grant is in danger!
I get the feeling that the other toys are holding back to see how the octopus gets on. I also see hints of a teeny pretend handgun. Now I have an image of a knitted octopus with a tuft of filling sticking out of one side of his head.
“I’ve tried all eight of these things, and didn’t get a single drop of milk. I *definitely* prefer mammals”
“EightLegs to Base, EightLegs to Base….I think this is the wrong planet. The humanoids are supposed to have eyebrows!”
Cruel! But funny…