We were allowed to buy a fish bowl and two fish once.
My brother got a black angel fish and named him "Vlad the Impaler," and I got a little fairy like something fish with long fins. I called her "Fluffy."
My brother's fish was all over the place, jerky movements, up, down, never content. I am pretty sure he was a street fish and coming off of meth, or blow, or something like that. He was antisocial and his family never called, ever . . . not even once. My brother said he was a warrior and he was looking for other fish he could kill, rip their heads off, and impale on a spear. He warned me that Fluffy didn't stand a chance, it was just a matter of time.