Damn, the weirdmageddon was something crazy for sure. Summer is over, and the other set of twins has left for California again with their friends and family wishing them a good start in high school.

The six-fingered genius was silent for a moment, looking thoughtfully and confused to his right, walking towards the deck of the Stan o' war boat. Stanley looked at him confused, accompanying him. —"What's wrong? Don't tell me we have to fight the megalodon again, I need to get some rest, old man, I'm not 40 anymo–" He was silenced with a shush, frowning and squinting, but a melody gently played, as they both listened.

Stanford looked at him with a smile, nodding silently while in the distance, the smooth rocks surrounded by corals and pretty shells were populated with merpeople, and one of those merfolks softly sang a hypnotizing melody as the sun reflected their scales.

Both of the old men watched intently as all the other merpeople hurriedly dove down at the sight of the ship, but none of the splashing or gasps were noticed the singing half-fish, who locked up at them without any fear or concern...—"Hello beautiful!" Stanley tilted his head with a smirk, earning an elbow from his twin, who frowned slightly but then raised an eyebrow, leaning into the edge of the ship's railings. —"Fascinating... merpeople..." He said with a slight curious smile, until they were surprised by the voice of the half-fish.