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When a distress signal cries out from a Mooil Oil rig off the shores of Sunset City, Bryllcream emphatically asks for your help investigating. You swim right smack in the middle of a violent turf war between disgruntled and well-armed rig workers. Plus, you have mutants of the aquatic flair on your plate, too. But, you can handle it and set things straight. And if you can’t – well – there’s no use crying over spilt oil. Go forth!