Hun'ne

Oh, so the suicidal terrestrial arthropod is going to tell me I can't pick where I want to spend my last moments! Go die at Fortuna's steps you spiracle breather! I hope the air is too thin on that death trap for you to breath.
[Hun'ne singles out Clay and hisses out his demand.]
You keep that giant insect's mouth shut while you're here or you're all getting kicked out, and trust me when I say this. I'll regrow an arm before I let you back in.