I could do something with this.
If I can stand to look at it for more than a two seconds without my brain screaming, anyway.
I know what its feet look like.
That means that I know what its footprints look like.
So I can tell if it’s following me.
Oh Yestin. Stick close behind me.
Have your hand on my hip and save me.
My hideous guardian angel.
Save me from the Long Man.