Talk:Sea Slime/@comment-122.108.81.194-20160428073237/@comment-31729550-20170426112757

Obviously my situation is dire. The lady in question has me in a compromising situation. Barring some timely intervention on behalf of the scriptwriter- I'd imagine that I'll soon be exhausted miles and miles -further away from my shore. But that is an inevitability regardless of whether or not I succumb to her blandishments.

The only alternative open to me at the outset- is (pardon my phrase) a choice between Scylla and Charbydis. I bite into my own skin enough so that I bleed. Maybe, just maybe, the Mershark that detects my blood - might be inclined to let me go- near my shore.