Very well. Having answered Cass, Cthulhu diverted his attention to the matter at hand. He very calmly approached one Purifier. The man looked up, ready to spout some garbage, and then his eyes widened as wide as they could and he stumbled back, screaming. The scream suddenly turned a few frequencies higher as Cthulhu's power took hold of his vibratory functions, and the sudden screech caused the Purifier's own eyes to pop.
That was okay. He didn't need eyes. The next second, the top of the man's skull was sailing through several cars, and his brain was being ripped apart. To Cthulhu's eyes, and only Cthulhu's, pieces of information were drifting out of it, images, words, and sounds. He was looking specifically for something about a location.
Finding nothing, he gripped each of the man's limbs with his tentacles and ripped, sending blood droplets into the air. The body now no longer interesting, he dropped it, but froze the droplets, and with a tiny sliver of power they lengthened and became metal spikes. These metal spikes were then propelled, at a speed usually only seen from major league baseball pitchers. As the mayhem spread, he found himself laughing hysterically, thrilled at the amusement this was providing.