[ The crack doesn't worry him. Not even the tentacles worry him, except in the sense of whether or not he should stay down here until whatever is attached to those tentacles is finished with dinner or not. No, the only things on his mind right now is idle thoughts about if there's dry land up there and whether or not he'll reach it before the sun fries him to a crisp. ]
Hey. [ Lazy drag on that cigarette. ] Fancy seeing you here. What do you think about this lit'le surprise party, then?