quote of the end of days

I was still adjusting to my sudden farsightedness when Volpea sat straight up and grinned at us. "Od'glf hajf vfa'nafh," she said through blackening lips. The voice was very familiar but it wasn't hers any more than it had been Samedi's scarcely an hour before. "Fhtagn Azathoth ph'ghaan Cth'tu—" Mama Samm's fist was the size of a small ham and it smacked into Volpea's darkening face like an ancient battering ram taking out the gates of a small castle. V's head snapped back, her eyes rolled up and she dropped back on the bed like a collapsing Jenga stack. <Wh-what was that?> I asked as the immense juju woman heaved herself up and off of the bed. "That was jus' bad manners!" she muttered aloud as she stomped around the hotel room, blowing out candles and stuffing a small arsenal of religious artifacts and apothecarial vials and tins into her shopping-bag-sized purse. "He may fancy hisself an elder god but there's no excuse for bad manners! The Crawling Chaos has sumptim important enough to say to me, he can damn well come in person to say it!" And with that, she shouldered her handbag-of-many-items and we were on our way out the door. Dead Easy W. Mark Simmons