"Shit, fuck goddamit, fuck."

 Grog's eloquence did not belie his confusion. After both the RV and himself had been slammed by various and yet unknown forces, one of which possibly included the massive crustacean, all he could do was to reach for his mug, secure the newfound mystery wine into a hoop on his belt, and move outwards, in order to get some idea of what the fuck was going on. He was still by no means sober, and quite possibly just as drunk as he was during that... Time-screw thing, whatever that was. After quickly scanning around the RV, he hopped outside to find the previous impact's source. Another demon, and this one had- Oh dear lord what on earth was that.

 That demon's ugly mug reminded him of some sort of freaky-ass deep sea creature, with all these teeth and odd mandible placements and shit. Ever tactfully, he jumped the hell back, and pointing at the still staggered creature, yelled a surprisingly articulate remark.

 [b]"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is up with your face."[/b]