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In search of a mad scientist, Rusti has injected herself with gill enzymes to interview the denizens of a submarine tavern!
Bari:Hit me for kelp's sake! Snail:Keep yer scales on, Bari.
Bari: You're slower'n evolution! Snail: Bite my shell! Bari: I'd like to take a bite out of that!
Bari: Nice lungs, mammal! Hit me! Goosh! Rusti: Glad to oblige!
Snail: Queen to the knave! You're belly-up, Bari! Ali: Something to drink? Rusti: I'm not in this toilet for a breath of fresh air! Martini. Dry.
Ali: Fishin' fer something? Rusti: Info Don't hold your breath!

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