[Martin slaps his little flipper against the boat, a triumphant sort of yes yes yes. Thankfully for Jon, he is rewarded for his cautious optimism, and he nuzzles into Jon's hand when it's presented, feeling the warmth, feeling like for the first time everything's going to be okay.]
Maaaaaa. Mmmmmeeee.
[Oh close enough. Now he has to worry about getting out of this fucking thing.]
A.... Aaaaaallllp. Aalp?
[Oh H's are not happening, bollocks. How does he communicate something as complicated as 'in an ironic twist of fate, I need you to stab me, actually'? He's just gonna wing it.]
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Maaaaaa. Mmmmmeeee.
[Oh close enough. Now he has to worry about getting out of this fucking thing.]
A.... Aaaaaallllp. Aalp?
[Oh H's are not happening, bollocks. How does he communicate something as complicated as 'in an ironic twist of fate, I need you to stab me, actually'? He's just gonna wing it.]
Oooooooouuuuut. O... ooocccc? Oooout.
[Alright c's are off the table too.]