AHHHHH...all right, what the hell?!? I leave for what, a half hour, to go sign a medical release at S's school and I come back to a feeding frenzy! Bruce, you can stop licking your chops bud...you are having NO fish because I am NOT going to be the only one sober!
Pam, GET OUT OF THE POOL...there is blood in the water and it is causing you to revert back to instincts. You are stronger than this...don't eat him!
Now, let's just clear something up right now. NONE of us are attempting to make excuses for your H. Trust me, we all know that the WASs can do that just fine on their own. What we're doing is showing you that your fish friend is just being a fish. Not to annoy you, not to drive you mad with hunger...he's just acting like a fish!
He absolutely could call. He absolutely SHOULD call. Correct me if I am wrong, but maybe when you told him that you wanted him to WANT to call...well...maybe it was you testing the waters. When he didn't call, you feel he was telling you that he didn't want to. For all you know (and I am willing to bet many clams on this) he didn't stop to think twice about the sentence. I don’t mean that he shouldn’t have, or couldn’t have…but aliens become even more alienated when they hang out with their own species.
No fish for you…come over, we’ll make some crock-pot plankton and watch Nemo for inspiration. Leave H a note on the counter saying “dinner is up to you, I’m over at Anchor’s for the evening. Hope you had fun!” and vanish.
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
