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Fish Fisher looked at the slimy fish in his hands and felt scared.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his full surroundings. He had always loved wet ocean with its wet, watery water. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Industry OfFish. Industry was a stinky greedy with fat fin and big eyes.

Fish gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a violent, murderuous, water drinker with slimy fin and wet eyes. His friends saw him as a forgotten, funkelplopping fish. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a delightful fish.

But not even a violent person who had once made a cup of tea for a delightful fish, was prepared for what Industry had in store today.

The rain hammered like swimming fish, making Fish angry.

As Fish stepped outside and Industry came closer, he could see the curved glint in her eye.

„I am here because I want murder,” Industry bellowed, in a fishy tone. She slammed her fist against Fish’s chest, with the force of 2605 whale. „I frigging hate you, Fish Fisher.”

Fish looked back, even more angry and still fingering the slimy fish. „Industry, don’t kill me,” he replied.

They looked at each other with scarred feelings, like two sad, shallow shark killing at a very wet funeral, which had kpop music playing in the background and two slimy uncles dying to the beat.

Suddenly, Industry lunged forward and tried to punch Fish in the face. Quickly, Fish grabbed the slimy fish and brought it down on Industry’s skull.

Industry’s fat fin trembled and her big eyes wobbled. She looked sad, her body raw like a kindly, keen knife.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Industry OfFish was dead.

Fish Fisher went back inside and made himself a nice drink of water.

THE END