"So don't flush him. Leave him in his bowl. Put him in a pond. At the end of the day Wick, it's a fish. We're going to be fine. The fish is not- it's not going to change any of that, I promise. That's-" he winced a little, but if you couldn't say it at the end of the world when could you? "-That's not even the real Tuna. Please don't kill me."