Contrary to the Opinions of the Gentlemen from New York...

At the very bottom of the world's deep sea, there is a beast. It looks much like a giant squid, but with a more human face. It's the size of a four-story building. It wears a business suit with a tie. It is the power of this creature's breathing that causes the waves to crash against the shore. It has many sharp, rusty, metal wires peircing its soft head.

We can feel the presence of this creature...FEEL it...when we approach the water.

There are men with long arms.

They think they can grab the creature. They think they can haul it up by its metal wires, by its tentacles, perhaps even by its necktie, which is black.

They misunderestimate the power of the sea.

They stick their hands deep in to the water, deep, deep deep.

They grab nothing. They grope blindly. They get salt in their eyes. If they're lucky, they'll get their hands on a fish with a suitcase in its fin. Then they cut it open.

Inside are car keys and berries.

There are men with very long arms.

They have beards. Their sons have eyes.

And there are fish with breifcases and a giant squid in a suit and tie.

Things are always weirder when you're the spectator.

Conclusive proof that, contrary to what the gentlemen from New York say, corn on the cob does mean something.