My fifth grade class had a fish tank, and at the beginning of the year it was full of fish. There was a little silver fish in it that I named Bob, because I named everything Bob back then and it was the funniest thing ever. I think we voted on the names, but I basically ran that class. Snort. Anyway, all the other fish got the ick and died. We got more fish to keep Bob company. They got the ick too (that's not why Mark is mad at this fish. This is a different fish). I thought Bob was invincible and the best fish ever, but later I realized that he was probably giving the other fish all that ick.
Bob, you sick freak.
