The First Selectman was miffed about something. Maybe his shadow appeared a little too portly or his reflection in a dank lake was a little too unflattering. Whatever it was he attempted to swallow Earth’s star. Luckily he’s not the Elder God he used to be. All he got was a nasty burn around his mouth tentacles, a case of butthurt and a dose of reality.
I collected this shot at the moment of maximum effort.
