Reality proved once again that not a single Great Old One was a fool.
Even a brute like Aphoom-Zhah, a fellow whose fists did his thinking, would pick up his long-forgotten brain again when his fists proved insufficiently hard.
And Aphoom-Zhah was already among the strongest of all the Great Old Ones who needed the liquor!
Seeing even him acting like a little chick, seemingly settling down right there to hatch eggs,
even those Great Old Ones somewhat stronger than him fell silent.
Because they were not stronger by enough.
Against the Mysterious Lord going all out, they reckoned they would last, at most, about three rounds longer than Aphoom-Zhah.
Which, of course, merely meant three more skull-shaped holes in their bodies.
So, looking down at these Great Old Ones behaving like chicks hatching eggs, the Mysterious Lord stroked the Long Spear in his hand with satisfaction, its Heavenly Demon aura still surging to the heavens.
"Everyone, you all saw what I steeped in this liquor, didn't you?"
Having quieted down, the Great Old Ones finally picked up their intelligence again because their fists were not as big as his.
They began using their rusty minds to understand what was really going on here.
As the Mysterious Lord raised the liquor jar high and showed everyone exactly what miraculous medicinal ingredients were steeping inside,
Asamoth, a world-class amusement seeker who often mingled in the human world in search of fun, had a flash of inspiration.
Watching the Mysterious Lord onstage, holding the liquor and showing everyone the various races of high-ranking Old One servitors steeping inside,
he suddenly understood a great deal!
Oh, splendid!
There's fun to be had!
This worm god, who had spent his entire life running around seeking fun, playing with fun, and stirring up fun, instantly