There He Died Happily

I don't suppose you could repeat your lovely poem, says Faith.

Terence thinks back.

How had it started?

Two snails have died, says Kant.

That's it, says Terence. 

And they're not going anywhere, says Kant.

Yes, says Terence. 

As the poem is being reconstructed, let's check on Sweezus and Arthur.

They have spotted a second large wave.

Almost as big as the one Arthur missed, when reciting The Death Box.

They continue to look at the wave.

It is building and building.

A face appears in it, grinning.

Shit! says Sweezus. Great White Teacher!

Let's paddle out of his way, says Arthur. 

Yeah, says Sweezus. Good plan. He might not've seen us.

They paddle to a less ideal position.

The face turns towards them, showing its teeth.

He spotted us, says Sweezus. We should let this wave go.

But Arthur doesn't think so. He missed that one earlier. He's not going to miss this one as well.

Sweezus rises and falls on the swell, but doesn't move forward.

Arthur does.

He surfs in, alongside Great White Teacher.

Great White Teacher makes a slight change of course.

A collision is imminent.

Arthur flips his board, avoiding the collision.

Great White Teacher is now heading straight for the shore.

He gnashes his teeth. None of this was intended to happen.

Scruuuurch! He skids onto the sand, not far from where Kant is saying 'and there he died happily'.

Faith sees him first.

Holy moley! says Faith. A Great White's just beached itself!

Jumping Jupiter! says Gaius. We must try to assist him!

They run towards Great White Teacher, who is trying to reverse.

Arthur comes up with his board, shaking drops from his hair.

Terence expects to see Sweezus soon after.

But Sweezus is not there.

The horrid white shark must have eaten him.

Wah!