For some reason, every blasted time I see "Trail of Cthulhu" in print, for a second, my mind reads it as "Trial of Cthulhu."
Then my mind eventually spins out something like this:
"Mr. Cthulhu, where were you on the night of April 7, 21,347BC?"
"
I was in Ryleh, sleeping...alone...waiting for the stars to align properly."
"Oh really?"
"
No, Ryleh."
"No, no...I mean that your story isn't believable. I put it to you that it was YOU who destroyed the Atlantean civilization! YOU!"
"
Nah, it was my brother."
"Your brother? And his name is?"
*squirm*"
I'd...I'd rather not say."
"Your HONOR!"