Lord a the Sea...

[Namur mutters under his breath.]

Friends with a bottom rotted jelly. Shit.

[He sighs.]

What the hell. Sure. Why not?

[Maybe he's got a rule about not trying to eat his friends.

Then again, he's a jelly. He probably considers the shit he eats his very best friends for filling his belly and giving him life. There's a logic to that, after all...

And he just agreed to it.

Damn it.]

So since we's friends y' gotta dish all 'bout yerself now, aye? Cuz I don't know shit 'boutcha an' that ain't right.