I mean, I have a few questions with regards to why we're all squids, but, like. Even if I'm not just asking questions, you know?

[the crabs seem taken care of so far, so she douses the flame on her blade with seemingly just her own will and lowers the katana to her side.]

You can't see the benefits in getting in good with gods? Making yourself, like, a known thing? Sure, you gotta do some research ahead of time to make sure you're not just gonna be pissing them off, but if you put yourself out there to the right people, you might end up with an advantage when shit all starts shattering around us. [there is such confidence in the way she expresses that idea that can only come from experience.]

And I'm sure it's gonna start shattering. Maybe not this early, but it will. And then we'll meet the new face-painted clown gods, who I'm pretty sure are what juggalos worship, but I'm no jugglologist.