"Tentacle cocks, eh? Jeez, Frank. If you ever die, she's becoming your successor." Jean says with a snort, shaking her head and writing down the measurements.
"Yeeeeesss... But I'm not going to die, am I?" He says with a chuckle.
"Even gods can die, Frank..." Jean murmurs.
"Well... As long as people keep believing in them, they can just keep coming back." He says with a shrug. "Anyway, depressing talk aside... Olivia, I believe you wanted to meet your mother?" He asks, looking at her.