Dragoncrest Cliffs i'd like to ask you out on the hottest of dates

Recently, ma and da wanted him to say more words. Specifically, they wanted him to say cute words, like "ma" and "da" and "Fish" and "Vix". Stingray was having none of it. He already had a favourite word that was quite effective, he didn't need any others.

Stingray used it as often as he could get away with, and did not hesitate to seize the opportunity when it came upon him once more. He was flinging a piece of seaweed back and forth, amused at the way it wrapped over the top of his muzzle and then slid wetly back to a dangle. He was mid-fling when an extra brazen gull who had been circling overhead for some time now saw its chance, swooped down, and snatched it right out of his mouth.

Stingray was speechless for a minute, but when he figured out just what had happened, he puffed up his round cheeks, feeling them grow hot with anger, and screamed, NOOOOOO! as loud as possible.