Blarg to the spambots!
I've been mostly going to work and loafing about. Came up with this horrible concept talking about canned tuna.
The whole idea is that the poor little tuna wind up in a cross between The Little Mermaid and Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. Instead of Mola Rom we have the Gordon Fisherman giving gory sacrifices to a giant Big Daddy Statue. Really crazy shit like chaining Dory to an anchor and ripping out swim bladders. While poor saps swing upwards to Bieber music, the removed organ starts bubbling. The day is saved when somebody brings in some drunk Angler Fish and scares the shit out of everybody.
Godammit, I think I just made a pitch for a Uwe Boll animated film.
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