Clay Brimstone

[Clay grits his teeth as he calms down Pipsqueak so he can direct it out of the pen.]
Do not care for these traditions of survival of the fittest. There has been enough death. Second place is good enough. Let us get our prize.
[Sbat feels it is unfair that Clay had played the part of the traditions up until this point, but he understands that Clay just wants to leave and assists in getting Pipsqueak out.]