"/More/ insane, then. How's that?" He was still sane enough to fix up this town's broken crap, so Cliff would call it an acceptable level. One of the cows nudged at him accidentally while going for some grass, and it got quite the death-glare! The thing didn't even seem to notice though, and he would hardly follow up on that silent threat... Feh! It went unnoticed, and no cows came out hurt.

Cliff scooted away from that just a bit and then turned to look at Esther instead. "How long's this festival go, anyway? Or rather, how long're we gonna have to avoid all those people?" It might be a little hard to detect, but he /did/ sound sarcastic with that question.