(lowering his voice conspiratorially): He’s odd, Henry. Real odd. Tall and gangly but looks like he’s spent his life working on a farm, and his face... (hesitates) Can’t quite put my finger on it. There’s something about him that’s just... off. Like he’s not all put together right. He looks like a goat, and smells like one too

breathing hard, pacing, voice shaken and rising): No. No, that’s it. That’s it! I’m done. I’m out. I’m going back to Arkham This isn’t some library puzzle, Armitage! This isn’t some mystery we can dissect behind closed doors! This—this thing could flatten half the town! Hell, it almost tore the house down just by leaning on it!

(pausing, almost whispering): Yog? Like in Yog-Sothoth? That’s not the first time I’ve heard that name. It’s an ancient spirit. I heard it mentioned in Egypt, Persia and Babylon. Some sort of Pre Judaic entity in the middle east.