Jazz looked up curiously at Cyril. "The blessin's of the Gods?"he said, blinking slightly. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout there, big guy?"He turned to Kira, a look of confusion on his face. Call him stupid, but he never heard of any Gods. And he certainly didn't pray to 'em, either. He wasn't very superstitious (But he loved that song!) nor did he really believe in anything. And there was a reason for that, but that is a story for another time.
"Well, we gonna ask for their blessin' o' we just gonna stand here and chill? I got no problem with the 'chill' part. That blessin' thang ain't my bag, tho.' Call me crazy o' stupid, but I ain't never belived in no 'Gods,' "he asked and stated rather bluntly, looking at each of his traveling companions.