“Okay, Number Fifty.” I sighed, pinching my nose. “You’re right. That last one really wasn’t too special since anyone could pull that off.” His mouth opened and closed like a fish. A big, grumpy, demon fish. Not cute in the slightest, like some fish were. I gave him a couple of minutes to respond. Okay, maybe more like half a minute. After what was actually probably only four seconds, I started talking again. Number Fishty had his shot and he was too slow.
