Thanks to the Transportation Security Administration, the skies of America are safe from the threat of cute little yellow fish.
The agents were huddled together, and recognized us. “What did you do with the fish?” they asked, “What did you do with the fish!?”
Sensing a chance for comeuppance, Trey put on his “stone-cold-supportive-protector” face and said with great dramatics, “You know what … we flushed him. We flushed him because you made us [pause for effect]. You killed my girlfriend’s fish. No, you made her kill her fish … Happy holidays.”