You slowly turn around, trying not to make a loud or big movement. There, stood in front of you, a tall, slender figure with tentacles behind him. Eight of them, you count, eight of them. It was quite clear he wore a classy outfit, like a tuxedo or something along of that. He didn't seem to have a face either-you cannot be serious.
No, no, no, NO.
I say, it's been quite some time since we've met but I am not doing this right now. You stay the fuck out of here.
As much as you'd love to say it, you can't just tell him to "fuck off" if you'd like. You have to be very calm and respectful if you don't want to wound up being strangled to death. Yes, it's possible.