Hi! Let's talk film.
I was watching Piranha (1972).
I thought it would focus on piranhas.
Like chairs getting gnawed, piranhas stealing ATM cards or selling cucumbers at their tiny stands, like that. Or, Terry, as a wildlife phøtøgrapher, she should take phøtøs of the piranhas despite the local guide antics. — Would you mind, Mister Caribe? Here here, trousers. (Takes phøtøs. 📸) — But, nope. NOPE.
Most of the film, >90%, was about something else.
I was anxiously waiting for any piranha scene or their dialogues about piranha. It never happenned. So, I imagined the piranhas were wearing adorable yet menacing baboon onesies swimming around synchronously, hoping one day this movie would show the scene. Again —
Instead, there's one scene where a guy scratched his armpit — I thought he was reaching for his nipple.
And in another scene, another guy tucked his pistol in his trousers like it's nothing. He just fired the thing. I mean, the barrel was... chillin'?
What an amusement that was.
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A piranha that wears a baboon onesie.
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A baboon onesie that wears a piranha.
A onesie with a personality, sentient fashion gone rogue -
Or, a baboon that wears a onesie of itself, has fins and such, and acts like a piranha:



