(UK joke) The squid lays in the tank clutching his tentacles(?) and gingerly rubbing his third left leg. What fool had jelloed everything again causing the barkeep to slip and plant a heavy size 10 in his midriff? Anyway, who needs a jacuzzi when an ordinary bath and several cans of beans work just as well. He drifts off into an uneasy slumber and dreams of his great uncle Sid, the one who palled around with that Moby fella, the one called Richard or Rick or something.

Something blue drops into the water........................