Coconut Grove know i run the streets, boy

oh whatever bat was saying they could go back to later -- tristan did feel a little bad cutting her off, but this was WAY MORE IMPORTANT.

a c r a b!!! whisper-yelled tristan, his tail beginning to wave furiously behind him, and i'm abouta show you what good eatin' is. and with that, tristan took off from her side, down the shoreline a few meters away around the boulder and slammed a paw onto the flat crustacean. they weren't challenging opponents in tristan's mind. minor god play? idc. crab.

it wriggled (kind of) beneath his paw, and he turned to look back at bat with a shit eating grin, all the while increasing pressure on the beast. slowly, it's shell began to crack and it became less wiggly, until eventually it's watery insides were spilling around and it's shell was shattered in the middle like a spideweb. only then did tristan let it go. he glanced over the rock at bat, tail still wagging.

you ready for this? it's a god damn TREAT, bat -- no mans ever spoiled you like this before i'll tell you what.