I don't have all that many shits to give for your name, little monkey.

[There's no mean expression to accompany this comment, however, and in fact he leans over to try and give her a couple pats on the head. Then he stands up abruptly, rocking the boat beneath them but not losing his balance in the process. He shields a hand over his eyes (though there's no light to block out) and squints into the distance.]

I'm not seeing any motherfuckin' tentacles, neither.

[His voice is suddenly louder.]

HEY. TENTACULAR WATER BITCH. YOU OUT THERE?