C'thulhu:
Time for C'thulhu,
to work his dark voodoo,
rap magic leaving you
in Deep One doo doo.
You don't have the cloaca
to go claw-to-claw,
with an abominable fish
who's more vicious than Jaws.
This Old One's got the
more powerful tentacles,
to wrap 'round your heart,
yank it out by the ventricals!
Zoidberg:
Friend! I see you're
a little confused.
I'm a gross-out gill-man
used to being abused.
There's nothing you can dish,
that I won't eat for lunch.
(Seriously, do you have
some larvae to munch?)
You wound me, good sir,
I see you want to fight me.
With that bad attitude,
I might think you don't like me!
C'thulhu:
Comin' straight outta R'lyeh,
to crack this Red Lobster,
who gives a bad name
to any sea-faring monster.
You malpracticing goon!
You know less than jack shit.
I'm a primal enigma,
from a stygian pit!
I wait dreaming of a day when
you're worth my attention.
I'll Love-crafting your doom,
in ways too sick to mention.
Zoidberg:
Have you seen a professional,
about those awful wings?
Here, let Doctor Zoidberg
take care of those things.
Take a seat in my office,
tell you what I'll do.
I'll snip and I'll tuck,
fix you up good as new!
While you sleep, I'll make edits,
and I promise, no pain.
You'll be fine without eyeballs,
these lungs, and your brain.