XXX Super Arcade's song is playing after the big game, friendly ass slaps and derogatory banter aside, you and the bros are ready to hit the strip club fr a night of hard drinking and party-harding. The dancer comes out, dancing in seductive stutter to the rocking semi-Sabbath riff and yeah, hell yeah, she's taking it off. But, wait, what's that under the g-string? A tentacled spawn of Cthulhu oozing hues of swamp slush and toxic waste, tendrils whipping outward in furry and peeling faces back to reveal the muscle and bone underneath, gently cracking the skull to suck back the brain juice. All they found the next day was a deflated football and a room full of ectoplasm.