Splish will have nothing more to do with Splaish. In fact, she won't return his phone calls, answer his mail, or even whisper his name. It's over.
She has now bonded with the little blue shark that leans against the No Fishing sign in her tank. Frankly, the shark is not her type, but he treats her well.
Meanwhile, He-who-shall-no-longer-be-named seems to be withering away in all that room. We think that he's been running through the garish plastic plants and scratching his fins. What a goober. Serves him right, I say.
I think he's just a confirmed bachelor. Isn't that code for something else?
Stay tuned for the continuing Chronicles of Splaish and Splish.