The god of the clams considered his friend before him, lost in a deep funk. He thought the god of the octopus a friend even if locomotion was highly overrated. Being able to move under power provided an overblown sense of worth. It tempted one to think that one was directing the currents rather than the opposite.
The clam god considered it bad form to bring this to light. A fool is not overly enamored of the truth. The god of the clams sat in calm contemplation awaiting the pity party to subside, awaiting inspiration to arrive on the currents.