Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

her sister nodded, and nüwu approached cautiously. at first she just barely grasped the end of it in her jaws- too scared to go fast- but she realized that pulling slowly would probably prolong the pain. like ripping a bandaid (not that she knew that similarity.) and so she decided instead to use all the force she could- yanking in one swift motion, tearing the crab arm from her sister's lip and throwing it into the sand. she stared at it for a moment, too scared to look back in case her sister's face was covered in blood. in truth, her imagination was probably worse than reality... but she stood as still as a statue, awaiting any sound from haoming behind her.