"Don't you ever get bored doing the same thing every day?" The ginger mer asked, bronze-scaled tailing poking out of the containment tank he was put in during his daily examinations.

The creature, or Mark Twain as he preferred, was roped up off the coast of Florida a few months back and was sent here. Though he didn't exactly know where here was.

Despite knowing the human language, Mark was clueless about most land things, including what a lab was. He was told that he was being studied and just chalked it up to humans also being curious creatures. No harm done. Except now he was starting to get bored of his little tank, he didn't even have any fish swimming around to swipe.

And you had to listen to all of this cause you were the scientist put in charge of him. "This thing has wheels on it, right?" Mark asked, leaning over the side of the tank, spilling water onto the sterile ground. "How bout we(you) roll me down the hall and see how far I can get before crashing?"