I'm hungry. These asinine fools who run the aquarium should know better than to keep a shovelnose guitarfish wanting food. Hungry! My life is not fun. Ugh. I thought it'd be great here (when I was fishnapped), but NO! The only things that happen aaall day: The pudding-headed officials starve me, and then the buffoons they call "paying customers" are allowed to do whatever they want to my tank; tap it, yell at me through it... Get used to it, folks: I don't do tricks. I'm not Shamu.

Ah, jeez. Here comes another one. A blonde. Oh, I'm sure she'll know not to tap the glass. Ugh. Oh, great. This one's bright. She's trying to write on the paper (with a pen) while holding it vertically on the glass. Come on dear; pens only write down. Plus, there are lights in the tank. I bet she can't even see what she's writing. And now I can't even people-watch! Why do people hate me? Oh, Lord, now she's pointing at me. Yes, I'm a fish. Get over it.

Finally! Her friends are pulling her away. Good. I might have gotten a bit too angry and done something I might regret. Well, she's gone, but there are millions more like 'er in the world... Ugh. Maybe if I just sit real still at the bottom of the tank, people will think I'm a rock...