(HARUMPH.)
Suddenly, I notice that one hairless ape following me--wait a minute--
"You there!" I swim up to him and point in his face. "I'm on to you--don't think you can get past me! If you try any of your crazy cult stuff, I'm gonna cook your insides and serve them as stew!"
While choking to death, I noticed him using some extremely dark magic. I mean, eldritch tentacles are somewhat annoying with the oily cursing and all, but these guys are the real deal. They're trying to increase the size of the polar icecaps and crush the earth in between them. They are able to solidify water into a deadly substance. Nasty, nasty stuff. It's unlikely he's working for the tentacles (since this cult is pretty much the enemy of everyone), but I'll still have to keep an eye on him. It's possible he's an agent sent in retaliation for that one incident involving the sun and the Lens of Colossal Truth.
I nod a HARUMPH at him and then turn to the fish man--presumably his henchman. "And who are you calling dumb? USE BLASTED PRONOUNS!!! TREES."
While swimming away, I pass the random otter who also got eldritch-tentacle-cursed. I feel like I should name him since up to a few moments ago he was just a random otter and probably still doesn't have any intelligence or feelings anyway.
"Call him Mike," suggested Karl.
Mike... That is the stupidest name imaginable. It's perfect for an otter.
"I don't know about you, Mike, but I'm going to find a seedy Atlantisonian pub to figure out how to get un-cursed, because that's the thing you do when you need information about evil oppressive entities that have taken over the local district."
"You... you took my suggestion..." said Karl as I swam away, voice quivering.
"Are you crying again, Karl?"
"It's just that I've been whispering suggestions to you for 30 minutes now and you haven't taken a single one... I'm so happy. *sniff*"
"Karl, stop it. You're embarrassing me."