YOU WERE THE CLOCK ;; seabear prevention class

Vandal listens intently to her little protege and likes everything that she hears. Something about the absurdity of it all makes it all the more amusing, but Captainpaw looks right at home hosting lectures in front of a crowd. She likes that, a lot, smiles proudly as the young little tom talks more and more about what and what not to do in the ocean, although she does eye the plate of cubed cheese every so often, already imagining each one spreading across her tongue.

Clown shoes. Hoop skirts. Upside-down sombreros. They are pretty simple enough to remember, and whether it's true or not, she figures she'd store them for later anyway. When Captainpaw opens the floor to questions, Vandal is quick to jump in with a soft but enthusiastic bark. "Yeah! I'm a little... err, worried about that cubed cheese being here. You mind if I go ahead and eat them, prevent any seabears from being attracted to the shore?"

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