"YES!" He says, a hand going up, all tone saying the mark has been met. What Dennet thinks of biblical ain't being so far off entirely. "The end of motherfucking times. THE RECKONING BEING AS TO RAIN FOR THE ROWDY MOTHERFUCKING RAUCOUS. The death of one leading as to the creation of another." Exactly it. It is such a thing so believable as how Messiahs would will it.

"BUT THAT BE THE MOTHERFUCKING THING, MOTHERFUCKER! You ain't being where you're from. YOU CAN'T GO BY WHAT MOTHERFUCKING RULES AS YOU KNEW. Adapt and survive, you get it through your nugbone, aight?" Mirth he hopes he can get this through. "AND DON'T WORRY NONE ABOUT SHARK, I MOTHERFUCKING GOT THIS."

But just for that, he scans the water a little closer, trying to get a better picture of what lay underneath. It's all turbulent and unclear but, he can only try.