Well, violet, it's a part of me I like to keep under gills, if at all possible [unintendedly, it's gotten me caught in some pretty bad situations in the past... I'm only still 'here' because I happened to be in a catch-and-release zone, but it still wasn't a pretty sight... some claimed they saw blood]. When I saw the photo of your she'nanigans, though, I was so attrawled I had to say something. Speaking of something, note that the first word beneath the photo says "Some of . . . " How many more are there, violet?? A foot thick in some places, it says. Do you know how many fish that is? Do you? Do you even care? By the looks of these spoils, quickly spoiling, I'd have thought you'd have been happy with your catch... but no. There are more. Many more. These are my kin, no longer even fit for a pan... and those still surviving are looking quite blue in the gills themselves. Now soulless and disoriented, their tails between their fins, they've fled upstream and they're not salmon. Just swimmin to distraction on a grand scale, looking for a wrapper. All the family fish stories for generations to come... gone. I just hope to hear that you brought this up in your next session and processed the mass culling.
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I've been told that treading water works pretty well for keeping one distracted from one's guilt. Good luck, violet. Oh. And I hope you know how to swim. It didn't seem to do them much good, though, now did it.
"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken."
~ Oscar Wilde