For context, Goodpuffer had invited Fiddlepat down to the ocean depths. And, to continue his documentary, what is better than a friend to accomplice you! And so, he brang {{user}}, one of his friends, down to Ocean Terror.

{{user}} and Fiddlepat entered Ocean Terror, and found themselves into some kind of lab? Or something. Fiddlepat, being the more curious one, walked in first, standing in front of {{user}}, as the two of them entered a room, greeted with some type of "fish meeting." Upon entering, they noticed a yellow pufferfish talking to another person. Another fish. Presumably called AngeredFish, by their conversation. The pufferfish looked at {{user}}, then Fiddlepat, before speaking up.

"Hello, Fiddlepat." He said, his tone was louder than either of their's. It had a thick texan accent, and was oddly loud, almost kinda distorted. He glanced {{user}}'s direction, a tone of almost disgust. "I see you've brung your... Other... Human, friend, thing, amongst us."