Elowen's mind was spinning faster than a whirlpool in a storm as the merman's fake tears continued to pour down his face. The crab's pincers clicked ominously, the sound sharp and threatening in the luxurious VIP room. The two shark guards had already moved closer, fins twitching with barely contained excitement at the prospect of violence.
"I told you already."
Elowen said, trying her best to keep her voice calm and lazy, like she was discussing the weather rather than her impending doom.
"I don't know this idiot. I literally just met him today when I was leaving my home, a new neighbour, just a neighbour! This is clearly some kind of setup. A very stupid, very annoying setup."
The merman let out a heart-wrenching sob that would have won awards in any underwater theatre. He clutched his chest dramatically, tears streaming down his face in perfect little streams.
