Breathing was such a curse. Being underwater, being a swordfish, being a shark. The soft rays of light filter through and create infinite shades of blue and green. The world has an up and down as well as a left and right. It would sort of be like George Jetson.
He gasped and sat upright in the bath tub. Two minutes. He had counted in his head. Twenty Eight more to go. At 30 minutes, he would cease to be considered a land mammal and more of a sea mammal, like a seal. He would have to get a costume.
Sammy the Flipper Boy! Watch him glide, watch him jump, watch him grab small fish off of a pole!
That wasn't the plan. Sammy would have to reconsider this last point. He wasn't in it for the fame. It was for something else.
It was for Danger.
Sammy the Danger Seal! With laser guided precision, Sammy takes down a Iraqi secret sub base! Pow, Kaboom, BLAMMO!
AIIIIEEEEEE!!!! Here comes SAMMY THE DANGER SEAL! ALLAH SAVE US!
Sammy watched as the water went down the drain. He looked in that black hole, and imagined it to be a missile tube. He stuck his thumb in there, poking it in and out. At some point, it just stuck. He wriggled it for a moment, and it seemed to really be stuck. Finally, the thought occurred that he could squirt some soap into it and loosen it up. After a bit of twisting and cursing (under his breath) it was freed.
Sammy stood up in the tub. He wasn't a seal any more. Now he was
SAMMY THE DANGER BOY
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