"Well, we like to eat seagulls and stuff."

"Hmm?"

"...Other mer, I mean."

"So you'd run into each other a lot, wouldn't you?"

"Most mer can't speak English."

"Oh. But I mean wouldn't they see you when you get close sometimes? Although I guess back home they thought seals were mermaids..."

"So why do you want to go down here so much? You could've come seen my tribe!"

"It was their idea."

"You're starting to sound like Sadde, Michael."

"Am not!"

He grins. "It's gonna be fun!"

"Denying that you're saying Sadde like stuff is such a Sadde thing."

"Why is it a Sadde thing?"

"Because it's something you do, duh."

"Denying that I say Sadde things is a thing I do?"

"Glad you admit it."

"It was a question."

"Another Sadde thing is never finishing a sentence without a question mark."

"The sentence before this one didn't have a question mark. Only questions have question marks."

"Duh. Clearly this is sophisticated Miracle talk, beyond the comprehension of mere humans."

"Sure, Stan."

An angler fish swims by. 

"AHHHAHHHH!"

"...you're a mer, shouldn't you, like, not be afraid of fish?" he asks, turning his flashlight to the fish.

"It is a bad, scary, ugly, evil fish!"