cake by the ocean

Hyperion nodded once firmly in agreement when she said it was a fantastic shark. It truly was. Way bigger than his first one and more menacing too. Not that Herbert hadn't been great. He had been. He'd been so great in fact that this big guy was named after him. This shark, he'd just now decided thanks to the penis revelation, was Herbert II. Or Junior. Ah, yes, Junior! He liked the asymmetry of it; the second, bigger shark being the junior.

When the woman asked if Herbert Jr. was dead Hyperion whipped his head around to stare at her aghast. The speed with which he turned caused - what felt like - the world to lurch and he had to catch himself before he tipped over. "No, he's not dead! Look at him!" Hyperion gestured wildly at the shark. "He's great, he's even smiling, look at him." For emphasis Hyperion slapped a paw down on the shark's side and gave it a friendly shake. In response the shark wiggled a little, its mouth making desperate gasping motions.

Hyperion glanced back at Viviane again, this time taking it slow so the ground wouldn't go all tipsy on him. His tone boastful, he said, "That's probably the booze making him all smiley. Him and I have been sharing drinks." Like Herbert Sr., Herbert Jr. had been treated to every drink Hyperion could get his paws on. Also like Herbert Sr., Hyperion hadn't known where to pour any of it so Herbert Jr. just got a liberal dousing over all of his upper body orifices. One of them had to be right, right?