In dread R’lyeh, Cthulhu lies dreaming.
Well, that is, until the crash of a shipwreck woke him up.
“What the hell was that?” growled the massive tentacled alien beast.
A pirate walked up to him.
“Hi, I’m George,” said George. “I’m lost.”
Cthulhu looked at George with bewilderment.
Nobody has ever looked upon him without going completely mad.
“Don’t you feel the urge to drool and gibber incoherently?”
“Not really.”
Cthulhu gave George directions.
“Thanks,” said George, and he left.
A day later, he returned.
“Was that a left or a right?” he asked.
Cthulhu sighed, and drew a map.