"Don't believe what the humans say about dolphins, they're mean and rapey."

"...what's rapey?"

"Mating when you don't wanna. It's pretty awful."

"Oh. Why'd they do that?"

"Because they're arseholes. And they beat up porpoise babies, and they don't even eat them after!"

"Wow. Let's go kill some."

"What? Right now?"

"Yeah!"

"You're the best clone!"

"I am! You're alright too. You know, for a not-clone."

"Hey, I'm the product of hybrid vigour!"

"Sure whatever fishman."

"Still the one with the fangs."

He bares his teeth and growls.

"That's the spirit!"

He tackles him into the water.

Underwater wrestling!

Eventually, Michael remembers they have something to do. He starts swimming towards the nearest dolphin scent.

Ooh. Follow follow.

There's a lone male bottlenose a mile or so off. They're the worst.

You know who's worse than they?

Charles is.

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The dolphin squeaks angrily and attacks Michael!

No, sorry narration, you're just wrong. What you mean is "the dolphin squeaks fearfully as it's attacked by Charles." Do it right this time.

Michael goes for the eyes! Clouds of blood flow from its sockets!

Heeeee this is fuuunnnnn~

The blinded dolphin is attempting to crush Charles' organs with its snout. Humans often mistake this for affection.