Fish. Phish. Wow. Grateful that he was not dead, Barry swam around. He felt he would have to thank Doug for getting him into a magazine.
   From the edge of the bowl he could see nothing, only columns of words. Hussein. Swimming up the column Gulf War II read a headline. The bowl rumbled and the water went into hurricane sloshing about as a large paw took a swing at the bowl. Giant eyes.
   Above another column of text was a diet add, featuring a woman's toned and tattooed midriff. Beside that a map of Iraq, which seemed to Annex a small portion of Saudi Arabia. Was this an alternate history? Barry tried to stare straight up at the council meeting room.