YOU ARE NOW ALL AQUARIUM FISH.

[curryjolokia]

 Welcome to the office fishtank of P. Sherman, dentist.  P. Sherman is a generally well-meaning sort of man, meticulous about the upkeep of the large 50-gallon tank which boasts a broad and colorful range of fish and sea creatures.  It's a lovely magic tank where little things like "salt water" or "freshwater" don't matter so much, and P. Sherman has taken advantage of this fact by including a mix of species that almost guarantee that the children in his waiting room will be treated to a live demonstration on Basic Maths: Subtraction & Division.

YOU ARE ONE OF THE FISH IN THIS TANK.  ICON UP AND POST AWAY.  

Do you remember you were not always a fish?

Might you have grand plans of clogging the tank filter and escaping into the open sea, where a fish of your glorious purpose WAS MEANT TO BE?

P. Sherman doesn't care, and there's fishes round these parts who would sooner see you lunch than successful in your goals.

Comments

[curryjolokia]

Uh-huh right. Let's resume this conversation after you're not made of sharp parts and stupid Gojira size teeth.

[Not BUDGING from under Chompy. He at least apologised. Kind of.]

[catcameback]

[WHAT is that supposed to mean, is he calling my teeth fat or something? Insulted.]

I'm really not that hungry I promise.

[I totally am, that yellow thing really did nothing to take the edge off.]

Yo, turtle, could you, like, shift a bit to the left or something?

[I like to think me and turtle are bros.]