[Jazz listens quietly. Living underground is something that Jazz can identify with. Though it isn't so much out of respect for a god or any such grander ideal. He wishes it was though. He would be lying saying there isn't some sense of jealousy. He takes a bite of his food before he replies. It give him time to gather his thoughts.]

I see. It does sound fascinating. I've encountered a Lunkhead before. It landed on me when we first arrived here in this world. I'm sure it didn't expect to land on more than me though.

I was a miner in my world. Mt. Rock was the place I called home. Ever since I could pick up a shovel, I worked in the mines. It was the...expected duty of those of us who lived in the mountain.

[Jazz's tone lowers as he speaks about Mt. Rock. His face hardens as well.]

It was not a good place to live.