Well, it now turns out that confidential health service data was delivered to an agency set up by Lovecraftian Great Old Ones, who used the information to rank every person in the British Isles according to their edibility, accompanying the ratings with tasting notes (“a naive little primary school teacher with a rather velvety finish and poignant aftertastes of apricot and childhood sadness”). Acting on this information, Hastur the Unspeakable recently ate Glasgow and everyone in it.
So yes, ‘infinitely worse’ may be an exaggeration, but less than you might think.
