[written/video]
[Wolfram is sitting near the beach with a very stern look on his face. He's making personal notes on the crab racing he's supposed to judge, and babysitting Repede. Or Repede is babysitting him.]
CRABS FOR THE RACE A.K.A. SLOW MEAN ARMORED DINNERS
1. Ol' five-legs. When he loses I'll cook him.
2. Nut-cracker. Great idea, poor execution. Slow.
3. The only crab in the race that actually looks like a crab. You go, little crab!
4. Can crabs get rabies? Foamy probably has it. Or does it need to go back to the water?
5. ...Crabs aren't supposed to wear sunscreen. Must speak with owner.
[He sighs and saves the file.]
Repede, put that down. You don't know where it's --It's alive!? No! Don't drop that here, it's-- AUGH!
...I'm telling Yuri. [There is a defeated sigh as Wolfram throws a wooden disc toward the sea. Repede retrieves it, to Wolfram's complete surprise.]
No. I meant that instead of dropping it here, we toss it back into the ocean.
[He throws it again. Repede retrieves it.]
And after we toss it into the ocean, it stays there.
[Wolfram tosses it yet again, with slightly more obvious annoyance. Repede retrieves it, and barks once.]
You want me to throw it? Fine. I won't, then. Hmph.
[Repede looks at the wooden frisbee, and back to Wolfram's stubborn face. He trots over to the guide and lifts it with his mouth. If Wolfram won't throw the frisbee, the flat book-thing is almost as good. Maybe he can bury it somewhere.]
Don't you DARE! Put that DOW--
[video cuts off.]
CRABS FOR THE RACE A.K.A. SLOW MEAN ARMORED DINNERS
1. Ol' five-legs. When he loses I'll cook him.
2. Nut-cracker. Great idea, poor execution. Slow.
3. The only crab in the race that actually looks like a crab. You go, little crab!
4. Can crabs get rabies? Foamy probably has it. Or does it need to go back to the water?
5. ...Crabs aren't supposed to wear sunscreen. Must speak with owner.
[He sighs and saves the file.]
Repede, put that down. You don't know where it's --It's alive!? No! Don't drop that here, it's-- AUGH!
...I'm telling Yuri. [There is a defeated sigh as Wolfram throws a wooden disc toward the sea. Repede retrieves it, to Wolfram's complete surprise.]
No. I meant that instead of dropping it here, we toss it back into the ocean.
[He throws it again. Repede retrieves it.]
And after we toss it into the ocean, it stays there.
[Wolfram tosses it yet again, with slightly more obvious annoyance. Repede retrieves it, and barks once.]
You want me to throw it? Fine. I won't, then. Hmph.
[Repede looks at the wooden frisbee, and back to Wolfram's stubborn face. He trots over to the guide and lifts it with his mouth. If Wolfram won't throw the frisbee, the flat book-thing is almost as good. Maybe he can bury it somewhere.]
Don't you DARE! Put that DOW--
[video cuts off.]