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S T O P

    “ None of that foul language around your superiors! Steelheads are your commanders on the battlefield, although it’s very like a Maws to forget their directions. ”   He snorted derisively, waving a hand at Mac, and took a moment to pause.   “ Oh, you are liars though, that’s true. I don’t command you, but then I’ve got better things ta do. ”

     “ I got some idols’ help so go cry to yer Steelhead overlords. I don’t command things like Maws. ”

AI! 

“I need you to help me reach something back at that old ship. I think I saw something shiny in one of its portholes and I want to pry it off to see what it is before Grizz and his pesky workers are back.”

Mizzle looks up at the much taller Salmonid.

“And I think you’re tall enough.”

“Ohh, ya, I’m the tollest!” He seemed pretty happy with that fact - so happy in fact that he grabbed her, pulling her into a bridal-style hold. “We can go if ya want!! Just gotta tell me where, right!”

“What a bother… If I ever get my fins on that bastard… “ Mizzle is hissing again, tightly gripping onto her umbrella.

“Whatever. I can go look for him later. Hey, Mac! Help me with something, will ya?”

“Well,y’could.” He shrugged in response. “I guess... uh.”