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It's pretty simple. Back in the day the lochness monster, we'll call him Nessy, had a good friend. His friend was the typical rebellious type of teenager, always trying to get Nessy to skip class, or take a pug of the grown-up juice.

 

Everyday his friend would say "C'mon Nessy let's go steal candy from the store," or "let's go find some pot."

 

"No thanks, man," Nessy would say, "I gotta go do homework."

 

Nessy was a smart monster. He knew his friend was on a bad path, but he was his childhood pal. Nessy couldn't just abandon him because he was going through a rough phase, so he stayed friends and avoided trouble... Until one day.

 

It was a warm spring day when Nessy took the phone call that would change his life forever. He had finished all his homework, and was getting bored with his games. Video games aren't fun when there's nothing you haven't found. As he dug through his game crates his cell phone rang.

 

"Yo," his rebellious friend said, "I just got some weed. Come out and we'll smoke it."

Nessy knew he shouldn't , but his boredom got the best of him. They both got high for the first time, thus beginning the downfall.

 

Some people will tell you weed is not a gateway drug. Those people are wrong, at least when it comes to giant Paleozoic era monsters. Within no time at all Nessy was smoking all day, every day. His grades began to slip. Weed helped him forget the troubles of growing up as a monster in a humans world.

 

Eventually the weed wasn't enough. Nessy turned to harder things. First alcohol, then pills and any hallucinogen he could get his hands on, then the one that eventually kills anybody dumb enough to try it. He was hooked on Heroin.

 

Relationships crumbled around him as the drug became his world. Every waking moment was devoted to scoring enough dope to take reality away.

 

Everywhere he went he'd disguise himself. Humans were more likely to give some change to a beggar of their own kind, rather than a beggar that's a giant monster.

 

"I need about tree fiddy," he'd say. They only rarely handed it over, though. They never said anything but , "no", followed by anger at the realization that he was a giant Paleozoic area breast.

 

Nobody ever asked "why?" Why do you need tree fiddy? Nessy wanted help, he really did, if only someone was attentive enough to notice. Then he met someone new.

It was an elderly man, not the type you'd expect to help a monster as big as a two story house.

 

The jig would go as it always did. Nessy would disguise himself as a human and put himself in just the right position to ask it.

 

"I'll need about tree fiddy," he'd say.

 

The old man went to say sure, then realized who it was. "******* Loch Ness monsta, I ain't giving you no tree fiddy!"

 

Nessy hung his head in despair. Then the man's mood shifted and he said something Nessy didn't expect.

 

"But, son, are you ok?"

 

It was the first time Nessy had heard that question. The shock hung with him. Did someone actually care about him? Would this man be the one to help him straighten out his life? He clung to that hope, unsure of how to respond.

 

"I.... I need..." Nessy said, trying to hold back his tears. "Please, help me."

 

The old man took pity, extending his hand to help. "We need to get you all cleaned up."

As they trudged towards the old man's house the old man kept asking him things.

 

"What drugs? The rehab is gonna need to know.

 

I'll need to know your birthday.

 

I'll need to know your name.

 

I'll need..."

 

He stopped, and turned towards Nessy. His eyes shone with sympathy but his lips cracked a smile.

 

"about tree fiddy."

 

Well it was about that time Nessy noticed the old man wasn't an old man at all! It was a 6 foot tall human from the modern area who had fronted Nessy some cash.

 

"Well ******* it, Mark! Can't you see I'm trying to get you your tree fiddy!"

 

And that's why Nessy is always looking for tree fiddy.

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You know... for a fish you can be pretty cold blooded..  :(:

 

Love is a two way street Fish. It can be really nice, or it can hurt really bad.  :sweat: 

Fish are cold-blooded. And they can bite pretty hard

 

That's why name is Fishy.

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