Tanked -

Karma leaned against the counter, holding a mug of terrible coffee. “You know,” she said, “most people would have just paid the ransom.”

He scooped the shrimp into the Tupperware with a smooth, practiced motion. Reginald didn’t even flinch. He simply shifted his weight, adjusted his antennae, and gave Chet a look that could only be described as smug. Tanked

“My shrimp has been kidnapped,” Barn blurted. Karma leaned against the counter, holding a mug

“And you’re here, in Tanked, at 9:47 in the morning, because…?” He simply shifted his weight, adjusted his antennae,

Karma laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “You’re weird, Barn.”

Chet Marlin stepped out from behind a pile of napkin dispensers. He was a small, sweaty man in a too-tight chef’s coat. He was holding a aquarium net like a sword. “I knew you’d come, Barn. Your emotional attachment to a decapod is your greatest weakness!”