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During their younger years, many large shell-less beings undergo a traditional rite of passage called “swim team.”
This grueling ritual involves donning a set of distressingly scanty garments, jumping into an icy-cold water body and swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until one of two things occurs: the end-of-practice whistle blows or you fake leg cramps or a tummy ache so you can go home early.
All this changes, however, when you are born with a shell on your back and a particularly streamlined, lightweight and athletic physique.
Swim team? No problemo! For that matter, forget the “team” part – you don’t need ’em. That just leaves more pool for you!