[Rathar]

"Sir we just received a message on the all-ocean band from the Oceaneans!" said the hermit crab. "Well, what does it say?" inquired the Basalt King of the barely past plankton stage crab nymph. "We are unsure of it's exact meaning but it seems that a complaint is being issued about the level of "Frolicking" occurring under the waves" squeaked the crab. "Oh and that they wanted to increase the trade in Calamari and intoxicants."

"Hmm well it doesn't seem to be a declaration of war so send them a thousand of the Great Ones spawn and 100 cases of our finest red-urchin and anemone brew. Oh and make sure the ambassador from Oceania is invited to the next fete. Try to import some delicacies from their homeland." spake the King.

The King thought to himself that he really must do something about the dourness of the crabs surrounding him or the oceaneans would by building underwater frolic-gyms everywhere..