Damnit, I did it again. First I said this would be a Christmas story when there’s no Christmas whatsoever, and then I suggest Dahlia might be up to something when she’s clearly just been her usual self this whole time without any ulterior motives. I just can’t figure this story out, and I apologize. Maybe we’ll get somewhere easier to figure out by the end of December. Who knows.
Fruit Incest
Relatively Fresh
Now that I think about it, maybe the only one he could tell his secrets to WAS Sherman. He was the only other of the League of Gills who actually has gills after all.
Wait, shoot, whale, narwhal, dolphin? Wow. Sea mammals, am I right?
That Sherman, always so polite.