Rabid Divine Carbuncle! How Many Times Did He Have to Lick Those Dog Teeth?

Everyone who saw it felt their understanding of the world take a tremendous hit.

The slightly chubby Miskatonic University student showing them around was named Winston.

As Winston watched Evan stick out his backside and lick Library Dog's teeth, he felt his sanity suffer a vicious assault.

He even had the urge to increase his Spirit Vision.

Fortunately, Winston had already heard a few stories about Evan.

Remembering Evan kissing a Deep One earlier quickly steadied his shaken mind.

"My God! That's Arkham for you! This... this is hardcore!"

"That's Library Dog! And how can a person do that with a dog... My God!"

While Winston reeled in shock, Dylan and the others felt their minds go blank.

Evan's earlier spit-for-spit retaliation had already opened their eyes.

But they never imagined that was nowhere near the limit of what Evan would do.

"What... what is he doing!?" Dylan felt as though he was dreaming.

His neck still ached faintly where the robber had strangled him, but that pain was nothing beside the shock of what he was seeing.

Milton and Stanley, standing beside Dylan, covered their faces with both hands and stared through their fingers, utterly speechless.

Eldin, standing among them, widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

She was well traveled, possessed Beyonder powers in the night, and had seen plenty of bloody and deranged things.

But this bizarre scene, so far beyond ordinary imagination, was a first even for her.

Her dark eyes drifted helplessly to Evan's nimble pink tongue.

She hadn't gotten a clear look when he spun the revolver at the station.

Now she watched that nimble tongue brush lightly over the dog's teeth, utterly heedless of every foul smell and bodily fluid in its mouth...

Even when it touched the dog's rough tongue, Evan, still