A long overdued tribute to the greast fish on the planet. A fish that was my pet for about a week in college. A fish that will live in infamy along with that sacred day in December of 1941. A fish with a mission. A fish with a song. A fish that swims forever in the ventricles of my heart. A fish who spoke but because of the bubbles and stuff not many heard his little brilliant eeks. A fish with a clear conscience. A fish named Mark.