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the cliff of the waters.
A romantic meal, eh?
Well, nice try. Better luck next season.
No, thanks.
Here, I brought you something.
Narrator: And so, with the threat
Under
What if they're mating?
Narrator: The dominant male, or beachmaster,
to depths few other mammals can reach.
That bloated Casanova gets all the ladies!
Nobody knows!
Narrator: The female conveys her receptivity
You just crushed seven of our babies!
I need a mate who's within squirting distance.
or by detecting variations in earth's magnetic field.
it might as well be 200 feet.
Narrator: With the beachmaster occupied,
We're three friends at the beach!
Now beat it! Boo!
insuring your world, and its destruction.
You go, beachmaster!
Ah!
Wait, there she is!
No.
And it begins with me.
Narrator: With no hope of defeating the beachmaster,
It's so unfair.
the young salmon are ready
Should we say something?
I'm lonesome.
Goodbye!
than the Pinta island tortoise.
So am I!