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Low tide at a mysterious beach... a diminutive figure clad from head to toe in a bright orange suit, striped with thick horizontal bands of white, labors in a tide pool. He fidgets with industrial equipment, installing artificial elements into the tiny ecosystem and leaving a fair amount of dubious litter behind.

From a distance, his work is spotted by a lifeguard who approaches haplessly.

"Hey lil dude, this part of the beach is off limits" He says with a gentle, himbo energy. The shorter man in orange is nevertheless irked.

"'Little Dude?!'" he squawks nasally, "I am one of the greatest minds of science!" He turns and continues to accost his opponent, blinded by hyper-focus, rage, and myopia, "And my experiment is much more important than you. So waste my time no longer, you irrelevant, small-brained..." the scientist hesitates as he realizes the exact size of the man before him, and that in his fervour, he had in fact been berating the cross on the lifeguard's Speedo.

His string of insults trails off distractedly as he shifts his gaze up to the mountain of muscle that towers over him, "Insig...nifi.... Perfect Specimen..." The scientist's mind begins to factor a new element into his equations and his lips curl into a devious grin. He scampers around to the tail end of the tall puma and begins pushing him forward by the rump, bidding him to approach the occult work site, "On second thought, why don't you come and get a closer look?"

More muscle than brains, and still having no sense of danger from this 98-pound weakling, the puma allows himself to be pushed. He draws nearer to the blighted tide pool, confused by the sight he sees before him.