I have my theories why Steve is such a crab and shellfish. Perhaps he blew a Seal but I'll leave his private life out of it. I know some Brits drink like a fish but it goes deeper than that. He has often fought me in text and hits me with a sucker punch so I catch him with a left hook. He eels over. It was a fluke but there he was Lying on the deck, flat as a mackerel. Kelpless. I could sea the anchor in his eyes. I won't give him a bouquet of flounders or a few minnows of praise because I can not fathom he will ever apollockjize.