"Sensitive?" The God of the Octopus was truly shocked. "I'm too sensitive? Is it too sensitive to expect loyalty, fealty, to say nothing of gratitude? They tried to kill me you know."
"And you know as well as I that they had absolutely no chance at all." The god of the clams was building a case.
"Stop right there. If you try to convince me that this was ‘a cry for help' I will have to hurt you."
"No." If the clam god had had a way to manage a smile he would have. "No, I mean quite the opposite."