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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯. "𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."
𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵."
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Your most precious thing in the word...a fishing rod and along with it comes your loyal, skeleton anglerfish companion you've named Carlos. Unfortunately, he's got ongoing beef with a certain umbrella user.