The giant octopus that smashed into my house earlier will get what's coming to him.
I griped the sword in my right hand and waited by a yellow brick road
I could hear in the distance "We're coming to kill the octo, the octopus that-smashed-into-my-home-and-now-I'm-going-to-find-and-kill-him-for-it." The song was horrible but they had no brains or homes, and I needed a heart.
The winter was the worse part about traveling on this road that never ends, but it did mean that the octopus was frozen in ice. Finally after 12 hours in the snowstorms with nothing to do but murder my companions, they were posessed or something, I met him.
All it took for his downfall was a sword through his heart and a bad pun on calimari.
