Surfing mystic rivers of gold I was ambushed by a school of Harley sharks, who tried to mug and then eat me alive. So, I summoned my Chi and blasted them all to the depths of oblivion, sparing only one to take as my prisoner. As I tried to tie it down with my ropes of faith stringed together by a million memories, the feisty shark squirmed and fought splashing blazing drops of lava on my adamantium armor, engorging my already swollen temper. In anger, I held on tight to the prudent creature and took it on a trip to outer space at light speed. The shark begged for its life, for it knew that I was going to take it to Orion, the hunter who showed no mercy. The now helpless predator sought my forgiveness, promising me to quit crime and to bestow its life to its baby sharks.
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I love it.....seriously the whole idea and the morale at the end makes perfect sense....the last sentence is just inspiring...and the idea of a person fighting sharks bearing in mind the writer's background and his impression concerning sharks put a smile on my face first thing in the morning :):):)
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