If I had a fish, that fish would be SO bored with my talking to it.
“Hello, fishie. Isn’t it nice out today? Don’t you like your pretty little trees? I just played racquetball again. I wish you could play with me, but you can’t. You’re a fish.”
One of the great things about writing comedy, is finding ways to use old worn out jokes that remain inexplicably funny and re-purposing them to present them in a fresh manner.
Oh, and the bubble help me still makes me giggle.