I had to sit through ten minutes of Jerbish on a YоuTube video. Even though it seemed like some point was being made, I distinctly recall not having discerned any intelligible
information. I reached over to close the video and gasped in horror at my own
reflection. My now 'mouth' was.. (open?), as if basking at the sudden realization. And my 'hands' too, as if the sight of them could bring me to my many feet in head-splitting agony. I passed out. And when I came too, I peered over my bed to my limbs, terrified of
what I might see. "Oh, thank Yith." I said.
"Tentacles."