"They wanted relief. They wanted to be rid of you. Knowing that you would not willingly release them of their duty, of the ‘honor', to worship you they goaded you into a rage, taking advantage of your pride. In effect, they committed suicide.
Don't look surprised. How long has it been since you've noticed any true enthusiasm in their tribute? Truth be told they've never been to enthused about you as a deity."
The god of the clams decided that the god of the octopus had had enough truth for the moment. He halted and waited for the inevitable storm.