"Well," confided the taller one. "Any day now, Great Cthulhu (currently impermanently deceased), who is our boss, will wake up in his undersea living-sort-of-quarters."
Neil Gaiman writes a Cthulhian Pete and Dud
sketch. Most peculiar.
"And then," said the shorter one, "he will stretch and yawn and get dressed--"
"Probably go to the toilet, I wouldn't be at all surprised."
"Maybe read the papers."
"--And having done all that, he will come out of the ocean depths and consume the world utterly."
[Update: It's gone from Google's cache, now, but someone thought to
take a copy. Bravo