Oh, for God's sake. Literally. [He folds his arms, the washcloth dangling over one elbow.] The Fog God's followers are so stupid and disorganized if you gave them a rifle and a target they'd still manage to blow their own brains out. You did Foggy Dearest a favor.

[He pauses for a second, then grins again.]

In fact, the only group more disorganized is the Fourth God's, which would explain why you haven't had much traction lately. Fourth's fault, I reckon, for hiring loonies.