Hm? Oh, they're a total pain, literally— fish! I must've slept for like eighteen hours, and even then I woke up feeling like somebody ran my insides through a milkshake machine with a rock in the bottom, and instead of ice cream they used the kind of profound sense loathing for all things that I usually don't get until the late afternoon—ooh, drugs! Frankly it's a wonder I woke up at all— I like your clay thing!