A four-armed Hunter and a flat-headed one are fighting each other as a large circle of the others surrounds them.
*POW POW BAMF* A three punch combo from the four-armed one lands on the flat-head's flat face, and he stumbles back.
Flat-head charges forward, aiming the top of his head at the four-armed one.
*WAM* A blow to the stomach sends the four-armed one backwards into the crowd. They jeer and shove him back at Flat-head.
"Quads, Flats!" Riptide roars. "What in gelatinous beetle-bugs is the reason for this fight?!"
"Flats stole my last chocolate bar!" Quads shouts.
"And I've bean tellin' 'im I ain't done did it!" Flats shouts as well.
"Quads," Riptide shouts again, "YOU ate your last chocolate bar!"
"I did?" Quads asks, his face screwed up with a confused expression.
"Lick your lips!" Riptide says. "There's chocolate stuff all over it!"
Quads does as suggested, and to his surprise, Riptide is telling the truth! He then looks at Flats with shame.
"Sorry, Flats."
"Now, all of you," Riptide orders. "Get back to your posts, or else Clamhawk's gonna be even angrier!"
At those words, everyone scrambles back to either the trucks, the ships, the bunkers, or the mess hall.
"You tell 'em, Rip," Pigman says, addressing 2nd-in-command casually.
Riptide turns to glare at the porky pinhead.
"That means you, too, you oinker!!"
Pigman panics and runs over to the bunkers, which isn't even his assignment.
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