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"That's not even the lamest it can get. You can get turned into <span class="mu-i">kelp.</span> Like, plants. Some people apparently like that. But unlike hell, this actually happens, 'cause you can throw the bodies in the water and their shrouds float back up— also, sometimes the fish is still <span class="mu-i">in</span> the shroud, if it's too dumb to get out of there. Can you imagine? You die and you're so dumb your fish can't even—"
Oh. Like a fish-fish. Not a fish-person. Did they have fish-people before the Flood? "...What happens if a dead person fish gets caught? And, uh, cooked?"
"If you cook the blood out of it, it's just a normal fish. If you eat it raw, and you're pregnant, then the baby might have the blood of the dead person... but some people like that? I think that sounds really creepy, but nobody's asking me. Not that I'm even going to get pregnant."
...Yes. Which is why she's your great-great-etcetera-cousin, and not your great-great-etcetera grandmother. (Which is good, you think. That'd be far more unpleasant to think about.)
"But you don't think it's sacrilegious to eat a fish, if the fish might be a dead—?"
"No? Fish are fish."
"Oh," you say.
"You're weird."
"You're weird," you mumble. "Are you not worried about going to hell?"
"I—" Claudia puffs her cheeks out. "It's less lame than being a fish. Like, objectively. If I knew I was going to be something cool, like a shark, then I might care, but they save the cool ones for the liaisons and the really nice people and whatever. And I'm not that, and I'm never going to be that, so... it's hell or a fish."
"Or kelp," you say.
"Yeah! Or kelp!"
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Early morning, and this is plenty long as-is. The update will continue with the spending of SV tomorrow.
