“Hmm,” said Cthulhu. “So. An old standard next. Presuming your application is successful, where do you see yourself in five years’ time?” Cthulhu brightened. Thank you, Hastur, he beamed into space. “In five years I will have razed this planet, eaten its young, and stacked your skulls high in my honor.” He sat back satisfied. Succinct and informative, a textbook answer.
