That bitch tried to flush me down a toilet when Greg was out

Karma's a bitch Liora..

You tried to flush me down a toilet, bitch. Karma!

I was (and in my heart, am) Greg's pet fish. I say pet even though Greg always treated me as an equal and never as an inferior.

Greg showed great excellence in pet ownership. Every day he ensured my bowl was pristine. He spent long hours getting the right balance of water purifiers and fish flakes that tasted divine. He harvested them specially.

His attention to detail was so precise. He never forgot to feed me even when out and about in his busy work in the galaxies. "Better feed bubbles" he'd say. 🥹

Beyond duties as provider, Greg was my friend. I'd wait to hear his tales, and his eyes would twinkle like twin suns as he told me about his day. He was also interested in how my day had gone.

When he was worried I might be bored though I assured him I was fine, he installed a holographic projector in my bowl. "Now" he said... (Sorry I'm choking up 🥹🥲) "Now" he said " Bubbles, you may swim among virtual star fields. You will feel like you are exploring the universe alongside me."

And I did. What other goldfish can boast of such splendours? He made me feel the most important fish of the galaxy. He listened to me burble on about algae patches and things that amuse my small mind. In his spare time he rescued stranded crabs and started the stranded crabs foundation .

It was in 2019 that I decided to nominate Greg for the "Golden fin award for excellence in cosmic carp fare", which he easily won. The judges had utmost admiration for Greg's revolutionary upgrades in care of goldfish.

In conclusion I issue a warning to denounces of Greg. You will be dragged to the briny depths, your traitor tongues ensnared by eels and left to rot. I have friends in high places.

Thank you for your time.

Bubbles 🫧🫧