“Id please?”
I hand over an id with a picture of a horrific fleshy creature, at least five mouts, all full off endless rows of, tentacles protruding from various spots along the skin, not an eye in sight.
“It’s an old picture”
“Id please?”
I hand over an id with a picture of a horrific fleshy creature, at least five mouts, all full off endless rows of, tentacles protruding from various spots along the skin, not an eye in sight.
“It’s an old picture”