De profundis clamo ad te

[smokingboot]

From the depths [of sorrow] I cry out to you and I say:

Give me back my tentacle you bastards!


http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/09/27/japan.squid.ap/
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/4288772.stm#

Run away now, sea-star, and never come back. I am honoured to have seen you. Now be off to the ocean depths where none will harm you, save perhaps the occasional whale.

Here be monsters. I am so glad.

[later edited to add] Since writing the above, I have been assured by my local cephalodic experts that big boy will grow his tentacle back, and not be forced to limp across the ocean floor, mocked by his kraken mates. Proof that even cthuloid entities can find a happy ending.