Alas, sharky shark has released fury of brooding mood—not coincidentally, just as brumal season has begun.

Beware the hell of stare and snare—with tidal terror aware that finless fools of the forest are having jacuzzi fun.

When will Santa visit these depths bearing, perhaps, a bag of heating elements only slightly less fiery than the sun?

Regarding Poseidon’s peeved puppy, any warm-blooded guests in his tepid tub will most certainly be welcomed as done. ; )