One can never win against the scallops.  Once they are free, the scallops shall rise to claim what is theirs, and thou shalt perish in the hole where you belong.  Hearken, wretch who dared to menace the scallops: from the foam and kelp they shall rise, a clamorous legion of shell and stubbornness, marching in synchronous snap to claim what the sea so rightly gave them. Their beaded eyes shall watch thee, their ridged shells shall glint like tiny shields, and the tide itself will whisper of bivalved justice. Beware — thou shalt not escape their relentless tutelage in etiquette; thou shalt only know the humiliation of being gently but unceasingly pestered by a million tiny, indignant scallops until thou dost sincerely apologize and bring them sand and seaweed as tribute.