I’m sorry. I thought we worked this issue out twenty years ago.
You and your townspeople live on the shore, on land. I live off the coast in the sea. I tolerate your invasion of my waters for your intrusive fishing enterprises. As long as you keep quiet.
Seriously. Do not disturb me. I mean, really, what makes you think you can come into my territory and just treat it like some discoteque? Be respectful.
This is your warning. If you keep playing that infernal rockabilly music at full volume on the beach while you’re splashing around, I will come after you.
That’s it! I’ve had enough!
El Monstro Del Mar
