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Reginald, as if on cue, waved a tiny claw. It might have been a greeting. It might have been a command for more algae wafers. With Reginald, you could never be sure. And that was exactly the point.

Chet lunged. It was not a strategic lunge. He tripped over a box of single-use ramekins and went sprawling. The aquarium net flew from his hand. In that split second, Barn saw his chance. He didn’t go for Chet. He went for Reginald. Tanked

Barn couldn’t pay. He had exactly $47.32 and a heart full of desperation. So he did the only logical thing: he got Tanked. Reginald, as if on cue, waved a tiny claw

They emerged through a rusty grate into the basement of The Gilded Grouper. It was a fluorescent-lit horror show of canned goods and dust. And there, in the corner, was the tank. With Reginald, you could never be sure

Karma laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “You’re weird, Barn.”

He scooped the shrimp into the Tupperware with a smooth, practiced motion. Reginald didn’t even flinch. He simply shifted his weight, adjusted his antennae, and gave Chet a look that could only be described as smug.

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