Sabre's POV

"Shark's and Chipper's you say?" I asked my friends, looking at the advertisement.

"Yeah! And we get to be guards! And we get paid 200 a week!"

"You know how many pizzas we can eat, with no one knowing?" Ryan joke. I did a fake laugh. "Real funny!"

"Didn't we go to a place called Chipper's Pizzeria?" Moose asked. We nodded. "I think, but didn't someone else come with us?" Ryan asked, scratching his head.

I nodded. "And I think I know their name," I said, taking out the little fish.

"Woah! What's that?" Moose asked, grabbing the fish.

"Does that say, Shark?" Ryan asked this time, looking at the name.

"Yeah, seems like something mom get worked up about."

"Why dude? It's just a fish!" Moose said, wiggling the fish.

I don't know why, but out of nowhere I grabbed the fish from Moose. "Stop that!" I then shouted.

"Okay, okay! What's gotten into you Sabre?" Ryan asked, pointing to the fish.

I looked at the fish, then at them, then to the fish. As I stared at the fish, something snapped.

Guys! Give me back Nemo! Or else!

"....nemo.."

"Nemo? Sabre..Sabre!" Moose shouted, shaking me.

I looked up. "What, man?"

"Why don't we just go check out this place? Alright!" Ryan interrupted, standing up.

I shoved the fi-Nemo into my pocket.

"The place isn't far!" Moose exclaimed, opening his door.

"Ladies first I see~?" Ryan teased, walking out first.

We all laughed, man, has it been awhile since I last did!

"Curm on gois! Now we go!" Moose said, in his weird accent.

We all began walking to the pizzeria, laughing and talking the whole way there.