"Look, Magic Fish, I don't think you understand," said Sven. His ear flaps were undone, and the three smiling women were already sliding their hands into his down jacket. They seemed unbothered by the frigid cold, despite their state of undress.
"You wished for love," said the fish, floating in the circle of dark water. "Are they not beautiful?"
"Well," Sven coughed unhappily. "I mean, there's other sorts of love, if you follow me."
The fish splashed vaguely. "I don't even have external genitalia. I don't have a clue what you mammals get so excited about in the first place."
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