Waiting for random knights to show up and storm the castle can be lonely, dull work. Hence, the typical tentacle twist composes angsty poetry to pass the time.
Waiting here in solitude,
Upon the loneliness I brood.
Guarding treasures is my lot,
But such trinkets please me not.
I yearn only to be free
of self-imposed captivity!
As you may have gleaned, the tentacles are really just for show. The monster intends to slay the hero with bad verse.
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