Coach’s nerves throbbed. He leapt out the sea & paddled over to the group, his eyes as cold as the water dripping from his whiskers, his fangs as sharp as an iceberg.
“All right, you shrimpy demands: ¡I want all o’ you to match up with a supply!”
They didn’t hesitate.
However, in their scramble to match together, some demands ended up with multiple supplies, & some supplies ended up with multiple demands.
“Whatever. It all evens out in total, a’least,” Coach grunted. “Come, you tube worms.”
He waddled down the arctic, his faithful supplies & demands boinging ’hind like a parade.