Hehehehe. Here’s the explanation for my dying words: first, my assassin stabbed me fair and square in the back. Then he wanted to make sure I was dead, and a fierce duel ensued. I defended myself for about 10 seconds before realizing that my spoon was still in my pocket, and I was attempting to fight using the fork from my food tray – - hence, my final outcry. The fork would have been a rather ineffective weapon, but I was already dead, so the matter was moot.

I suppose that Cthulhu would never go “hehehehe”. anyhow… back in character… ahem I, Cthulhu, have lost this battle. I have turned tentacle and fled to the ancient, sunken city of R’yleh, where I will lie in wait for the next foolhardy Assassins organizer to wake me from slumber. Until then, I leave you with the following verse from H.P. Lovecraft himself:

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons, even death may die