Bastard!
A sea fish!
Hard shell!
Severed semen!
Carrion!
Dictator!
I am the fishmaster!

For an eternity I have dreamt of swimming with the merfolk. The time has come to put thoughts into action.

This body is the canvas and this saw shall be the brush.

As I remove the legs that have far too long plagued me, I have visions of turquoise depths caressing my new and improved figure.

I attach a giant fish tail made out of rotten fish to where my legs used to be, becoming the creation of my dreams, a merman. Into the blue abyss I dive, seeking out the target of my perversion, needing to fulfill my ichthyophilic desires.

As if a siren, I beckon the various fauna of the sea to come greet me, only to find their vulgar defiling end by my hand. I fist every fish and finger every shrimp. I devour their eggs and their seed, raping and pillaging my way through the ocean floor.

I then spot a fishing boat and willingly get entangled in their net and hooks. The net strangles me and the hooks pierce my flesh and puncture my eyes.

This was my destiny all along, to become a piece of meat for the corporate machine to harvest.