[Waking up on the beach post-Nautiloid crash]
Tav: Well, the good news is we made it. The bad news is I have no idea where we are or how we're going to survive the next few days, let alone get these tadpoles out of our heads. Any ideas, buddy?
Durge, having their third dissociative episode in the hour, staring with concerning fixation at a random corpse on the beach: I crave bloodshed, brother.
Tav: ...
Tav: How about we try to find some other survivors. I don't think I should be alone with you.