When I see someone without a shirt, especially if that someone is green and damp, I need to put on a shirt of my own; to take off the eldritch chill.
Looking at this eldritch horror turns me cold. I’m not sure if it’s due to his briny and alien origin, the squirming tentacles, or just the feeling I get when I see anyone without a shirt; especially if a breathing tube is squirting icy water on a bare chest. If you feel the same chill, don’t despair. A t-shirt is all you need to warm up.