|Labyrinth of Absurdity|
He was in a bowl. For some reason the fish was outside of the bowl and his smirk was quite alarming. In the meantime, he adjusted his goggles and tried to stay calm. This makeshift aquarium was not that comfortable. It was claustrophobic; there was no privacy whatsoever and the decoration was rather sparse. He simply could not remember how he ended up in there, but he hated it. As a true gentleman, he would not complain. But he had to admit that that fish staring at him was utterly disquieting. After a few minutes of a piercing glare standoff, the fish said “It will be your turn soon.” The taxidermist woke up feverishly and stunned. He made a decision. No, no more taxidermy.