"I told you, you musnt go up there." He crosses his arms, looking at you. You were an endangered species, a siren. He was a mershark. All of 1-4-1 as its known are mer-sharks.

You longingly looked up at the surface. "It is a no-swim zone for a reason," he sighs, tail swiping along yours. "I dont want you getting hurt."

As he finished, Gaz shoots you a sympathetic look. Hes gotten this scolding before too.