That just made Terrence laugh even harder. No, there was nothing wrong with that; he didn't even judge humans for their sexual orientation, why the hell would he judge a crab? Whatever gender they were, they were marked pink and blue, the stereotypical male and female colors. Just for irony's sake, he hoped that the genders were at least flipped, so that blue was the girl and pink was the boy. But he'd never really know.
He couldn't say any of that, though. He was laughing so hard it was starting to hurt his face and stomach, but he wasn't complaining. He managed to reach into the circle to pick up the victorious purple crab, though it very nearly got hold of one of his fingers. The pain of it didn't make him laugh any less, he just traded which hand was holding the crab, wringing the other one slightly. "And we have a winner!" he declared, holding the purple-marked, flailing creature up above his head for a moment. He wiped at his wet eyes with his free hand, grinning from ear to ear. "What should his reward be, you think? Not getting eaten? Snogs from Pinky?"