This sounds like bad juju. This sounds like a heaping pile of mother fuckin 'nope'. He already thought he was in a pile of nope and now he's just finding it keeps getting bigger. Seriously unchill.

He nods along with it all, face falling more and more, until his head is hanging some. Then his frown shifts to the resolute. He lifts his chin.

"Messiahs have deemed it be and so, upon our mother fuckin hides, a holy mission be unto us, my brother! It must then be preached, the pious noise, our wicked machinations put to production proper. Let us ninjas make performance of stratagem united and bust open some bitchin elixirs in toast for what is to be and that is a rowdy mother fuckin disaccord on for that whom would see this in continuance. There is no need for hetacomb and unpleasantry, I sayeth we seek the mirthless heretic and sit them in for a proper mother fuckin drop of the special science, and so then revelation may be of a mother fucker. Understanding be slammed legit and so may we say our peace! Church."

He concludes his sermon with a sharp nod, steps forward to wrap his arms around Kankri, then freezes and steps back. He gives Kankri a look that is half-questioning, half-exasperated.

"Falsehood be of me to surmise a ninja be naught but still in defiance of propinquity?"