Glad I wasn't the only one LMAOing my ass off at this chapter. The best part is that the narrative keeps driving in the point that Valhalla and all the norse mysticism stuff is fake and gay and there's definitely no magic or supernatural stuff in the setting. But then Grug takes a sick bong rip and can suddenly literally see the future using tribal space magic bullshit. The narrative dissonance is so bad that it loops around into being amazing.