Whose wine is it, anyway?

I was desperate for a Rock Hard Subwitch with a dry seaweed sider. My mouth had turned dry with hunger. So I dumped my assignment halfway and swam for 15 minutes to the closest Submarine Fast Food center. I ate like a blue whale that day, that’s putting it mildly to be honest. I gulped it all down and then washed it down with sweet sea soda. My appetite may have suddenly sprung up on me because I hadn’t eaten in 3 days. I wasn’t on any kind of diet or something, it’s just that habitually I eat once in two days when driven mad by hunger pangs. Also I was a picky eater. I didn’t like my seaweed deep fried. I didn’t like plastic. Plastic was a craze among many young fish. Some fish also loved oil. But it would drive them into insanity if taken excessively. So we had an Oil Anonymous Center for addicted Oil drinkers. Some fish enjoyed smoking weed too. I however didn’t enjoy these things. My boyfriend was due today. He had gone southeast to catch some sun. Doctor Waterworth had sugge...