It began simply.
He was out on his morning rampage when he crashed through the front gates of SeaWorld.
She was doing the 10 am show, trying to keep her spirits up while simultaneously pleasing her human masters and keeping the male dolphins from gang raping her.
It was love at first sight; she was drawn to his chiseled good looks and stylish shoes, and he instinctively knew that she would not like fire.
As the crowd fled in abject terror, she knew he would free her from this horrific prison. She jumped into his arms as he approached the tank, and he smiled as he felt the coolness of her scales on his hands, the warmth of her hand on his face.
It all went so well until lunch.
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“and he instinctively knew that she would not like fire.”
Heheh.
Any story with dolphin gang rape is sure to win my heart. Nice one!
Yes, but you know I’m not making that up. Those male dolphins are dogs…
Until lunch… he had fish and chips didn’t he…
Ha! How many of history’s great romances are inevitably ruined by lunch?
What happened after lunch Mr. Monkey Man?