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King Prawn hid in his Evil Undersea Cavern and brooded for a while. Then he smoked some prime purple seaweed and watched Scarface on repeat for five hours, because Prawns love Scarface. He was wondering why all the other crustaceans he used to know were having a good time without him. They stopped visiting after he drank too much bubbly and yelled at Wanda the Mermaid. "Skank. Whore. Harpy." All those hateful words came back to haunt him, antenna twitching from the tide of bitter memories. He started to cry, not out of sadness, but out of his own shellfishness.

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