The goldfish stops as it tiptoes ‘cross the sea floor to turn to the audience with a fin finger pressed to its mouth & say, “Shhh, I’m hunting capitawists. Huhuhuhuh.”
Then he grabbed the hook dangling nearby & pulled so hard that its owner was pulled in.
But it turned out that its owner was not a capitalist, but an anvil that said, “DUHHHH” on it.
Though the goldfish had ample time to scream up @ the looming anvil & release lots o’ bubbles, he didn’t have time to actually move out o’ the way.
& that was how capitalism smashed the goldfish o’ Pechera.