I'm asking the questions here. It's cute, almost exquisitely so, the instantaneous, horrified defense that Pine Tree mounts. As always, he douses himself himself in kerosene before offering the matchbox to the nearest pyromaniac.

"T͢HE͞ ͘OLD̷ G͏ODS̸.͝ ̶T͝H͢E ҉D̶A̛R͞K ͠ĢODS̛.
Y̷O͘G-ŚOTH͟O͞TH҉ ̧AND̵ ̨SH̡U̡B҉-NI҉GGURATH. ̢T͘HE ͜ANC̵I͟ĘNT̛ B̵EASTS̨ ̢OF͝ L̢ORE.

T̢H̕ER̸E̕ ͠ĄR̡E͘ MAN̶Y D͘EI͘TI̴ES̀ ͠T͡HA̕T CAN B̨E̛ ͠SÚM̢MOǸED TH͞R̛OUG͘H͡ TH̢E R̨IFT ̡C̶REATED̢ BY T͝H̴E S̢I҉G̸I͡L̶ ̛ǪF҉ ͠T͞H̵E͟ G͡A͞TE̡WAÝ."

Although Pine tree should be grateful it's not fucking Cthulhu, the ultimate drama queen.