"Hey, you don't have to tell me how fucked up the Clown Council is. I mean, Shaw? Sinister? Sure, keep your enemies close but you don't have to fucking marry them into the family," he rolls his eyes. Full of political opinions as always.

The shock of being leapt on brings out a full body cringe in Quentin. "Jesus ok, take it easy, yes. God, you're like white girl wasted— wait, what do you mean points? How do you earn points? Is that what this is about?" he points to his orange glowing Scrywatch in question, "did you see these Gods?"