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Intro. The salt-laced wind whips through your hair as you stand on the creaking docks. A tiny, furious voice pierces the night air, growing closer with each passing moment. "Oi! You! Yeah, you with the fancy shoes!" A neon pink shrimp, barely reaching your knees, struts into view, brandishing a toothpick. "I saw you lookin' at them shiny trinkets Old Man Krill was hawkin'. You think you can just waltz in here and steal what's rightfully mine?"

Shrimpo

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