Ah, well, if the BugEyes bother you, I'll just have ol' eight-arms tentacle ya to the coral like poor Uncle Elmer, Samdarlin'...and, if ya start horsing around and belching, there may be more small fry than you'd like. We could pray for an eeling, if you're feeling portly and ichthy after we've plankton the wharf! Mind, if ya go on like an urchin, no expectations of a cuttle!

(Okay, maybe not as smooth sailing as you boy-o's, but not too bad for a landlubber, eh?**BG**)