"Shuffling towards him in the darkness was a huge and profane monster. Its form, it looked something like an ape and something like an insect; its skin hung down in heaps, and there were traces of degraded eyes on its wrinkled head, which swayed from side to side as if it were drunk. On its elongated forelimbs were hooked claws that opened wide. Although no expression can be seen on its face, one can feel a cruel and vicious aura emanating from its entire body."
--H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Hilde, 《Fright at the Wax Museum》