Until last week you were just another cichlid. Then I started noticing your discolored fins and lack of mental capacity. I know, the tank is overcrowded and you probably got attacked. Or you just had bad genes. Anyway, your slow sickly ways and the way you hung out in the corner of the tank made me notice you, earning your name - Sicky. I remember when I moved you to sick-bay the first time, you hung out in the shell I put in the bucket and then you got better - and you went back to the tank. I noticed your lack of appetite and fear of the other fish. Then you got sick again, truly living up to your name, and today I found you motionless in the sick-bay bucket. I hope you enjoy eternity in our toxic sewer systems, and from radiation and such maybe you will be some sort of superfish in the afterlife. :(
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