"It might be under water by this time tomorrow, I'm just enjoying the view here." There was a string of hurricanes in wake of Irma, so he wasn't giving this a rest at all. "Why do humans insist on naming every single storm? They can't even come up with anything clever." It seemed almost as if he were doing it for sport. A hunter looking to put the new head of a buck on his wall to show off.
It was then that he looked over to the being he was talking to. Ah. His favorite little Amphitrite clone. Maybe her husband was still buried somewhere. He'd dragged him off a long time ago. She was lone. Good.