Squirrels are just pretentious little creatures thinking they can harness stormy energy for their own selfish purposes. They’re actually just scavengers stealing what others can’t handle, like weaklings. Their “tranquility” is just code for “I’m too lazy to deal with the real world”.
Marmoset’s words are as hollow as the trees they scavenge from. Squirrels find calm because they’re masters of adaptation, not pretentious wannabes.