You see, I’m a dead fish. My name is Robert III. You may be wondering, Who would name a fish? Well, all fish have names, thank you very much. Your next question might be, Wait, if you’re dead, how are you telling this story? Well, I’m writing this from the fishy afterlife.
See, I watched…as horrible human beings, took my dead body, and instead of giving me a burial of respect, they took my dead body, and they put in a pan. I watched as that pan burned my skin. I watched as it cooked my insides. And I watched as those human—those horrible humans—put me on a plate that was delivered to another. I watched as that other human put me in their mouth. And I watched as my little fishy body was cut up and masticated.
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