Scar, holding a gun to Grian: Tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
Grian: Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters
Scar, cocking the gun, tears streaming down his face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Mumbo: hey what the fuck does this mean
Etho: decay exist as an extent form of life
Mumbo: that’s an terrifying answer, have a nice day














