Granted. You're now a ghoti out of water. Ain't nobody gonna be looking for a ghoti there.
Breathe the free air, little ghotie!
Fishy, fish, I wish I had an Ace of Spades.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)