The shark was silent in thought. “Huh, must be a pretty strange
life, then. Can’t imagine ‘avin’ to live on every moment tryin’ to
entertain some humans who may or may not be there,” Bruce shrugged.
“I wouldn’t know,” the inkblot said evenly, ignoring the fact that he was on a blog, as well as the fact that he has slipped up before.
“Though trust me, they’re there.” Without thinking, he turned towards a screen and motioned for the shark to do the same. “See?”
And then his eyes widened, and he buried his face in his hands, muttering incoherently.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 