When I was a kid, uhhhh, I would sometimes get into the deep end of a pool, and I would have the thought: heh. What if there were a shark in here? And then… over the next few minutes of being in the deep end, it gradually congealed into “FUCK ME, there is a shark in here!” Don’t matter if I can see through the water, don’t matter, he was behind me, HE’S MADE OF GLASS! Glass Shark, Glass Shark… Glass Shark love fat kid. That’s one thing you gotta know ’bout Glass Shark. Glass Shahk, he luff da fat kid. You stay out de watah fat kid, Glass Shark cumin’ FO’ YOU. He gitchu down in dat bad deep wadah, dat DAAAAAHK WADAH. Fat kid NO GO. GLASS SHAHK COME TO DAT DAHK WADAH AN’ HE GITCHU FAT KID! YOU SWIM AROUND HE BITE’CHO TRUNKS CLEAN OFF, YOU TUBBY LITTLE FISH! You swim all you want… Glass Shark GON’ COME. GLASS SHAHK BEHIND YOU FAT KID YOU GOTTA SWEEEEEEEM, SWEEM FASTER AND PRETEND THERE’S A CORN DOG AT THE OTHER END OF THE POOL AN’ GIT OUTTA DAT DARK WATAH. Dat dark watah dat GLASS SHAHK COMIN’ FO’ YOU FAT KID! He don’t care, he GLAAAAAASSS SHAHK.