The shark looks around some more to check inside of your house. "So uh, how exactly did I end up in here? Please don't tell me I'm being experimented on again..."
"Of course not... Wait, 'experimented' on? Well, I'll explain first. I found you afloat on the ocean. Swam as fast as I could to get to you and managed to pull you to shore. I didn't realize you were a shark until I was about to perform CPR on ya." You point at the shark's covered wound, "You had a pretty bad gash on the side of your abdomen, but I also managed to cover it up in time."
The shark looks down to it, "Oh. I see." He felt his wound with his right hand, which caused him to grunt a bit in pain. "Ah... Well, least it doesn't hurt as much anymore." The shark looks up at you, "Hey, ya think you can get me outta here? I mean I may be a shark, but I don't necessarily need water to keep me alive."
"Oh, sure! Here, hang on." You press a button under the glass. In a few seconds, the water starts to drain on its own. The shark watched as the water around him was being drained. He also saw Rick quickly swim to the bottom of the tank. After half a minute the water drains, leaving the shark to now be walking on the artificially colored rocks. The shark also saw Rick now swimming in a small water tank under the aquarium. "There you go!"
The shark looks up at you, "Huh? So, how do I get out?"
You point, "To your left. You can push the glass open."
The shark looks to his left. He walks up to the glass, and then pushes it open. "Ah! So this is how you clean your tank." The shark jumps out of the aquarium and on to the floor, but then grunts in pain, "Gah! Ah..."
You run to his side, "Whoa! Easy!" You hold on to the shark's right arm, "Here. Let me help you to the couch." You both slowly make your way towards your couch, the shark covering his wound with his left hand. You finally help the shark sit in the couch, "Here, sit down."
The shark lounges on the couch, still covering his wound, "Ahhh... Couch feels nice. Good thing too. I was feeling a little claustrophobic."
You go ahead and sit beside him. "So, why don't we introduce ourselves. My names Randy. What's yours?"
The shark glances at you, "?" He turns his head towards you, "Harmon. ... Hey, I think the massive blood loss has left me hungry. You wouldn't happen to have anything to eat, would you."
"Oh sure! Of course." You get off the couch and walk off into the kitchen. You take out a box from the freezer and put it in a microwave. After a minute, the microwave is finished. You walk back to Harmon with a plate of food and a fork. "Here. It's not much but it should fill you up for the time being.", you say with a smile.
"Uh, thank you." Harmon grabs the fork, but then just stares at the food. "Um, what is this?"
"It's mac & cheese. It tastes good. Trust me." Harmon looks back at the food, and then scoops some up with his fork. He holds it up to his mouth, and then finally eats it. He chews it a bit and then gulps it down. After that, Harmon blinks his eyes, and then starts eating up more of the food. Gulping it down. "Heh. Wow. You sure weren't kidding when you said you were hungry." You go and sit beside Harmon again. You watch as Harmon continues consuming more of his food. You also kept your attention of Harmon's right arm as he kept lowering and raising it to his mouth. Watching his muscles flex a little with each scoop. You quickly snap yourself out of it, turning your head away as you close your eyes. You think to yourself, "God Randy...! Snap OUT of it man!" All of a sudden you hear a loud burp. You turn your attention to Harmon, who was lounging back on the couch with the empty plate of food on his lap. "Uh..."
Harmon raises his head, "Oh!" He begins scratching the side of his head, "Excuse me."
You just smile. "Heh." You grab Harmon's plate and walk over to the kitchen, "You sure were hungry."
"Heh. Yeah." You place the food into the sink, "Hey Randy...", you turn your body back towards Harmon who says with a grin on his face, "...thanks for the food. And uh, thanks for saving my life."
You stare at Harmon for a moment, and then smile. "Yeah. Sure thing." After taking care of the plate, you wipe your hands and walk back over to sit next to Harmon. "So Harmon, what exactly happened to you? Were you attacked by a shark or something? And I don't mean like a shark of your kind, I, I mean like a regular shark or an orca or, somethin'?"
"I knew what you meant.", Harmon said with a grin. But that grin turned into a slight frown, "... Believe it or not, I was actually torpedoed."
"T-torpedoed!? You mean, like, torpedoed in your abdomen by something?"
"Just...torpedoed. You know. With one of those missiles from submarines."
You were pretty shocked to hear that. "R-really?! ... But, how is that even possible? I mean, I figure half your body would have been blown off! Uh... Just, just saying."
Harmon stares at you for a moment, but then just smiles about it as well. "Heh. Yeah. To be honest I was thinking the same thing." Harmon raises his left arm and winks as he flexes his bicep, "I guess I must be tougher than I thought."
You stare at Harmon's slightly pumped bicep. You then look back at Harmon, "Uh, so...if it's not too much of an uneasy topic to talk about...you mentioned being 'experimented on' earlier?"
"!" And with that, Harmon's expression quickly sank. He lowered his arm, looking straight down towards the floor with his arms on his lap. "...Yeah." You just sat there staring at Harmon, who still had his head down. After a moment of silence, Harmon says in a low tone...
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