Clay Brimstone

I am going to question that, but will leave it be for now.
[As Clay thinks about heading to the local couch to relax, a sudden jolt of worry shocks his brain. Sbat. His best friend hated limbo gods, especially the Singer. If Sbat learned that Clay had the Singer on his back, Sbat would be disgusted by his choice.]
Uh, Xorithe, please do not tell Sbat about holy puppet.