A phrase which is entirely hilarious to Hythlodaeus, who cracks up laughing even harder. The bird stops beside him, and he tries to calm himself before speaking again.

"What... what are we going to do with it? I'm certainly not moving it." He wants to touch it, but the beak is a little intimidating. The stare is something he's used to, but Emet-Selch does not have a sharp beak.

"How did it even get here? Did you summon it?"