Well, y'see, the thing about tidepools is ya never know where they're gonna be. All you need is the ocean to roll over a hole in a rock and bingo, you got yourself a tidepool. And then things start living in it. It's like: WTF, mate!? How do living creatures get into that tidepool anyway!?
Once, I got shrunk by an evil, shark-man laser eye surgeon, (Long story) and fell into a tidepool. Since I was so small, the anemones and stuff were really dangerous. Heck, even the hermit crabs were dangerous, with those pincers. So I walked up to one of those hermit crabs and to him I said, "Y'know what, mate, why don't you just go back into your shell and stay there, and stop intimidating me with them damn pincers!"
He didn't like that so much, so he pinched me in half. What he didn't know was that I had mastered the art of fighting while divided horizontally into two pieces-Fu! He didn't stand a chance! After I kicked that crab's ass back to britain, though I don't exactly know how he had started out there in teh first place, I decided to catch a ride on one of those tiny fish that always swim away really fast when you stick your hand in a tidepool. It was sort of like an underwater subway, and there was this one minisature lobster guy who wouldn't stop poking me.
Now, by now, you must be getting that I have some kind of problem with crustaceans. Now, you see, I'm no racist, I get it from my dad...but he lived in a different time, man. And the fact that this damn lobster wouldn't stop poking me wasn't helping either. So I ripped his exoskeleton off, reached into his soft flesh, and tore him to shreds. All of the other sea creatures were shocked at the sight of this brutal murder, even the fish that we were riding on. He was so freaked out that he didn't pay attention to where he was going and ended up going straight into an anemone. In approximately 3.2 seconds, it was a disaster.
I didn't bother saving the fish. I knew that, the moment he had ran into the anemone, he was dead. He just had no chance of survival. What I knew then, more than anything else, was that I had to get as many passengers off as possible. I dragged them off, one by one. I couldn't save them all, but I saved as many as I could. The one thing I noticed were the tentacles. You see, when we get stung by one of those tentacles, at our size, it feels sticky in a weird way. But when one of these guys get stung by a tentacle, it hurts like crap and paralyzes them. While I was carrying a baby out of the burning fish being eaten alive, I got stung by a tentacle. Instantly, my reaction was like, "Oh, that's it you son of a b****, you're goin down!"
So I grabbed the tentacle, and, ignoring the pain, ripped it off. Then I SHOVED it right into that anemone's mouth. The thing made a weird squealing sound, then tried to cough it up, but it could only suck in. I shoved all of it's tentacles into it's mouth, causing it to choke to death while paralyzed and in the most intense pain imaginable.
The tidepool named me as a hero. However, just then, when everyone was partying, I shot up back to normal size. This caused me to fill the tidepool and crush everything else. In short: Killing them all. I felt good about that day. Not because, for a moment, I had been a hero, but because I had caused many other living things pain.
The End
yea, that about sums it up
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