They look off.
They do... is this a... tentacle?
The two friends tilted their heads.
You are crazy. I've been eating fish from these waters for months, said the merchant, adjusting the back of his shirt.
I don't think we should buy these...
Come on. I'll give you a special discount, how about that?
The two friends exchanged looks.
Well, OK then.
A month later, they were selling fish on the pier. The merchant had been promoted.
They too adjusted the back of their shirts.
It was a nuisance the shirts didn't have room for the damn tentacle.