N'nmulika: Yes, yes. You find yourself amongst Wawalago's Pullers; the Fishermen's Guild if you find our fearless leader's moniker difficult to remember.
N'nmulika: We are a guild of those who cast nets and lines and then pull them in to collect the tasty morsels of that sprawling sea spreading to the horizon.
N'nmulika: But, but─there are many creepy-crawlies who also have a taste for those tasty tasties, and thus pose a threat to those who seek only to trawl the wide-open waters in peace. That is why we must stand united.
N'nmulika: What say you, fledgling fisherman? Join us and help protect the seas...and grab some grub in the process!
N'nmulika: Excellent, excellent!
N'nmulika: Now, now─before admitting you to our ranks, allow me to intimate one important item of information. We pullers do not let our lives become bogged down by things microscopic, miniature, minute, and or miniscule. We do our damnedest to desist from unduly distressing ourselves about anything deemed diminutive.
N'nmulika: To be one of us, you must have a heart as open and free as the boundless blue sky, as deep and wide as the swirling cerulean seas, and as hot and bothered as the blistering rays of the scintillating sun. And if you don't...well, being here can only help you obtain one.
N'nmulika: No, no...mere words cannot make you see what your eyes must see, for seeing is done with the eyes, not the ears. Now I see your heart is that of a normal person; a non-puller person.
N'nmulika: But perhaps completing a simple job for the pullers will help “pull” your heartstrings in the appropriate direction, no?
N'nmulika: Ha ha, ha ha! Wonderful! Speak with Maisie hiding somewhere here in the guild. She has a prickly problem that's positively pleading for some particularly prompt problem-solving!