On finding a mysterious tome in surprisingly deep basement, complete with blood-stained altar, I muse upon the hilarity that a pop-up book of Cthulhu could bring.
Flick through the standard pages of normal prose and, bam, Cthulhu's tentacled face springs out at you. Naturally, I'm not the first to think of this, as Bert says he's 'got a pop-up book of Cthulhu'. How was it?
'It's on PDF.'