[ arguably, ending up stranded on the back of a giant-ass turtle thing isn't the weirdest thing to ever happen to Marshal. His sense of what is normal and what is not isn't quite as askew as his moral compass, but it's close. Strange shit has been a staple of his life since the early days, so he's handling the transition fairly well. The super chill turtle vibe helps.

Instead of worrying about the hows and whys of his shellacious adventure, he's going to make friends with the first thing that looks receptive to being talked at. ]

Dude. Your hair is next level. Anyone ever tell you that? The whole viking god of cockrock look is working for you.