After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.

And I would bet a month's salary that if I were to drag that pond, I would find a mess of spoonies stomped into the mud, not to mention the one tossed into the weeds at the pond's edge.

[…]turning the seat in front so we could sit vis-a-vis

The Cabinet, when faced with this proffered omnipotence, had recoiled in fear. True it was that their acute distaste for the bomb[…] did credit to their humanity, to their state of civilization.