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It's so unfair.
Nobody knows!
Wait, there she is!
I need a mate who's within squirting distance.
insuring your world, and its destruction.
And it begins with me.
Well, nice try. Better luck next season.
Ah!
That bloated Casanova gets all the ladies!
Narrator: And so, with the threat
I'm lonesome.
Narrator: With the beachmaster occupied,
to depths few other mammals can reach.
Narrator: With no hope of defeating the beachmaster,
No.
than the Pinta island tortoise.
Now beat it! Boo!
So am I!
Here, I brought you something.
Narrator: The female conveys her receptivity
You go, beachmaster!
it might as well be 200 feet.
You just crushed seven of our babies!
No, thanks.
We're three friends at the beach!
or by detecting variations in earth's magnetic field.
Narrator: The dominant male, or beachmaster,
the young salmon are ready
the cliff of the waters.
Should we say something?
What if they're mating?
Goodbye!
A romantic meal, eh?