What's that line about fish and visitors?

"I'm really sorry," you say; "the whistle didn't work before, honest!"

The bellboy snarls. "All right, then," he replies; "I guess that I believe you. Don't blow that godforesaken thing again, though, or I'll have your throat."

"Sure thing! I mean, you don't have to worry," you assure him. The bellboy leaves, obviously not realizing the change to his orthodonture. Moments later, you hear a scream in the hallway, followed by a knock at the door. You answer it, and the bellboy is back.

"Is it just me," he asks, "or has everyone else here gone bananas?" You grin and shrug, afraid to say anything else that might anger him. He pushes his way back inside and takes a seat. "Mind if I chill out here for another ten minutes?" he continues, less posing a question than making a declaration.

"Of course not," you respond before locking yourself in the bathroom. This business trip is off to a bad start.

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

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