[The Clauncher chitters. 'Reasonably' is not certain enough when it's your flesh in question! Then he pauses and holds still, suspended in midair. He has seen his share of years, but never seen it put quite that way.

Blake doesn't pay much mind to him.] Yeah, the little bastards are tough. Do they even croak from old age, or do they just stick around forever?

Now fighting, yeah, no matter how beat up they get they spring right back. So don't worry about that, fella.

[That's to the lobster, who clacks his claws once sharply and shakes his head.]

Huh? You don't wanna fight?

[Blake glances at Archie in confusion. He's never run into that before.]