As you can see by his sodden beard, Dried Pickle Man has just visited the Primal Bog. Touch his tusk and select your blessing! You owe nothing! You have already paid by beholding him!
Fancy hates Dried Pickle Man a lot so I don't even know why she came to lie beside him in the first place.
iD: two cats lie on a bed side by side, a one-eyed longhair colorpoint male, Dried Pickle Man, and a slightly smaller medium-hair gray female, Fancy. Fancy is getting scritched and petted on her little bastard head.
Human: No screamin'?
There is a short pause. The little cat turns and slaps the bigger cat in the face and emits a satisfyingly weird-sounding scream.
The larger cat is totally unbothered and merely turns to sniff at her as though to make sure she's okay. Neither get up.