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This is why you need arms. If some scraggly wizard in tattered robes and brandy on his breath approaches you in a back alley and says that for five Sacajawea golden dollars he'll turn you into any animal in the world, this is why you tell him -- if you've decided you want to be a fish -- that he'd better turn you into some sort of magical fish with arms... and hands... and whatever the h*** else it takes to get this wretched smiling shrimp demon out of your mouth before it devours your tongue like a taco de lengua. This mystery crustacean is a parasitic beast if ever there was one. What in the name of the Father is it?