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DOC: THE GREAT DARK HUNTER
So last night, there I was. Lights were out in the tank, Cutco BBQ fork in hand. The moonlights in the tank glistened off the stainless steel shimmer of the full-tang fork (not the fish "tang", those uneducated knife and cutco people out there).
I dressed in all black, with war paint on (ok it was chapstick, it is dry here in the winter and I put some on before bed). I slowly crept up toward the tank, slinking toward the hiding place where the evil yellow tang hides out. I knew I had to surprise him or he would disappear into the night.
I peeked around holes and rockwork before spotting a yellow spot. Was it the Regal Blue Tang's tail or the body of the yellow bastard? I couldn't tell. I quickly noticed an eye....it was the yellow tang.... It had to be. I slowly reach into the tank with my "death-fork"... my eyes wide open, mouth in a snarl and hand stone steady. I poise for attack. Adrenaline pumping through my powerful forearms and shoulders (Biff, you should see my back and arms....mmmmmmm steroids!!!).....I lunge!!!
I feel the fork pierce something with an almost audible "POP" The tank becomes alive with sand flying around the spot where I hit. Then.... silence. unknown what happened. Did I just injure him? did I miss? I couldn't have missed, no possible way.... but was it really him? hmmmmm
-Doc