If you wanna do it, do it right

I feel sorry for the obvious farting fish whose flatulent blasts fill the salty brine with effervescence.

The other fish stare on with their one eye glare and judge the farter harshly and there is no way for him to say, "But it wasn't me, it was the dogfish or the nasty shark or the sneaky ray with the stinging tail."

All are aware and all hate the farter as we hate the man who poops in the community well.

Thanks for fouling up our air, farting Thomas, I hope your distended guts swell and we see you floating upside down by morning.

All despise the farting fish and in that recognition despise themselves.