[ And it fucking talks? Nobody told him the shark man talked. Ed eyes the stack of pamphlets clutched between his...fin-hands. Hand-fins?
He's gotta admit, he hasn't got a fucking clue how the hell something like a walking talking shark can be real, but he's currently in the acceptance phase of everything that's happening. As in, accepting things without asking too many questions because the questions make his head hurt. ]
Yeah, I'm gettin' that. [ Not the most varied collection of artwork, but it's, uh, certainly a collection. He offers Nanaue his pamphlet. In case the shark man wants to add a sixth to his pouch or something. Then he starts to walk along the shoreline, lobster forgotten. ]
You know what's crazy? I had a guy on my crew, right. Peculiar little fucker. Bathed naked in moonlight, the whole thing. One day he turned into a bird and just [ He makes a fluttering motion with his hands. ] flew off. You turn yourself into a shark?
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He's gotta admit, he hasn't got a fucking clue how the hell something like a walking talking shark can be real, but he's currently in the acceptance phase of everything that's happening. As in, accepting things without asking too many questions because the questions make his head hurt. ]
Yeah, I'm gettin' that. [ Not the most varied collection of artwork, but it's, uh, certainly a collection. He offers Nanaue his pamphlet. In case the shark man wants to add a sixth to his pouch or something. Then he starts to walk along the shoreline, lobster forgotten. ]
You know what's crazy? I had a guy on my crew, right. Peculiar little fucker. Bathed naked in moonlight, the whole thing. One day he turned into a bird and just [ He makes a fluttering motion with his hands. ] flew off. You turn yourself into a shark?