The Crabs, true to their name, chose a less diplomatic approach. Son! You can't keep hanging around with those pansies. You need to toughen up.
Dad, it's only one pansy, my best friend.
Son, honestly, you'll never get to the top of the crab pile playing "Bombs Away" and looking for colored sea glass. I know you're young, but you should start showing some interest in crabettes.
Dad, I'm only three.
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