'Hoy, small fry. Fishman here, once again providing you with witty mouseover text. While this here game managed to scratch my ever-present space exploration itch, it unfortunately failed to get rid of this unpleasant rash on the back of my dorsal fin. It's okay, I've got a doctor's appointment scheduled for Thursday, so he should clear that up with some sort of antibacterial ointment. I just hope the gals at the pharmacy don't fuss at me again for putting my fins in the blood pressure-testing machine. Apparently, I left flecks of bait in there last time and they had to replace it. But I digress, fry. Hey, bring me some of the good stuff next time and I'll draw you a map. I think they make summa dem baits with Cajun flavors nowadays. And with that, I'm off!