"Ma'm," You walked up to the massive table with as much authority as you could, but that bravery wavered under the fact that the legs of the chairs at the tables were like buildings and Opal looked down at you from over 500ft. above, her massive paws playfully drumming along the ground dangerously close to you. You climb the chair and eventually the table, trying to catch your breath as you stand atop of it.
"...Do you have a permit to set up this tent on beach property?" You finished, nearly out of breath from climbing. Opal merely raised an eyebrow in humor at you.
"The magnificent Opal does not require a permit. Besides, your 'Roxy' has said long ago that is was fine for me to set up shop here. The beach gets a lot of business, and a lot of business means a lot of money for the powerful Opal."
"First off...stop referring to yourself in third person. Secondly, I will need to see a license, or I'll...have to take you to the guardhouse and shut down your tent until you have permission to do all of this."
Her voice took on a much more menacing tone now, holding a low growl beneath her words. "You dare threaten the amazing Opal, little man?!" She roared, poking your chest with a large clawed finger.
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