Martyn: Wait, is Ren live? Raiding Ren is always funny. And, actually, cause I've not got to run off for the little ones' bedtime, maybe I will raid Ren, cause I can actually stick around and see what--what tangent he goes off on when we raid him, I think that'll be funny. Right, have a great night everybody, cheers for hanging out today, much love, uh, I'm gonna go make myself some dinner, watch some Ren-Diggity-Dog, do a bit of programming--
Ren: Okay. Well, anyways, we cranked up the drama just in time also because Marteen has arrived, with the raid! Hello my dear friend, how you doing? (laughs) Thank you to everybody who else has been coming in, slowly but surely, dripping through the--squirterpod juice sacks. I don't know how you drip through a sack, but you know what I mean. Uh, hold on--hold on, let me make sure that I've--let me, let me catch up with the notifications machine, Marteen has broken my brain! Nice to see you though, Martyn, hope you're doing well my friend.
something something Ren meant the stereotypical angel with you know one pair of wings and a halo and stuff, meanwhile Martyn imagined a biblically accurate one and became terrified of the thought that he reminds Ren of a watcher
that moment when your liege compares you to your worst enemy-