Sploke finishes mopping up the last of the spills from the residual set-up, and stands back to admire the 500gal discus display tank is his shop front. This is the fifth time he's tried to set up a high-end exotic fish store, only to have to shut down due to lack of basic fishkeeping knowledge of his customer base. His customers always complained of fish only living a few days or weeks....no wonder, stocking things like a pleco and 10 goldfish in a 5 gallon tank. For shame, for shame. He ot news of this town from local rumors...it sounded like these people had some sort of...fish fetish. Obsessed, that was the word the stranger had used, as he had explained the inexplicable number of fishtanks displayed in peoples' houses...everywhere. A whole town, obsessed with fish? That sounded like a place for this guy. He walks onto the sidewalk and looks up and down main street in the morning mist. He had been up all night putting the finishing touches on the displays, and he slowly walked back inside and flipped the sign on the door to "Open". Well, the sixth time's the charm, isn't that what they say?