Sand gets everywhere. Everyone hates it.

Punch Up digs a pit just to prove he can. Golem reinforces it with stone like it’s a bunker.

Malevola stands ankle-deep in the surf, unimpressed. “The ocean is loud.”

Sonar lounges dramatically, wings stretched, taking up far too much space. “The sun respects me.”

"Maybe start respecting us too." Coupe muttered and Sonar just smirked to himself.