<I understand. But then you have to calculate when you are at the end of a page.>

He puts a great deal of thought into his abnormally large thumbs while walking over the blood stains in his living room.

*3680.*

And he notices that his goldfish, I believe it was named Kevin, eats one flake less than normal at meal time.

^We can calculate while an other one is speaking.^

*Of how much flakes?*

^Don't ask me.^

So he takes it to the vet where they tell him the fish is fine, that they don't even treat fish, and that the goldfish is actually a girl.

*I didn't.*

*Fish food flakes*

^But you looked at me.^

But Stan knows that the fish looked like a boy when he bought it.

*Does that always mean I ask it to you? I asked Naked-Frog.*

So he becomes extremely upset, and who can blame him? Kevin was his best friend and never thought to mention the operation to him.

<Can you tell us the normal number of flakes, NF?>

*Does that always mean I ask it to you? I asked Naked-Frog.*

 

Asked me what? About the flakes?

No problem with spam, I like spam, I'm just a little tipsy and didn't have anything to say at the moment...

*Is this the story about the book you wrote?*

Well normally the goldfish ate 5 flakes of fish food. But he had only eaten four.

^If you don't know anything to say here, then you are not creative enough.^

*Is this the story about the book you wrote?*

 

Yes, I am summarizing it. One of the comedies.

and Froggy, did you know Moonie started a thread in your honor in the Ghul?

<We understand.>

So Stan starts trying to take his transexual fish to therapy.

*I think we would have seen it too. I mean, you always give 5 flakes, and now one is left...*