Look, being a fish sucks. You swim around for bit, eat whatever-the-hell fish food is made of (you look it up), crap in the same place you swim and you don’t even get to have sex. You ever laid a batch of eggs? Not the same and you can’t even smoke after. You know why fish don’t write memoirs? Because fish don’t lead epic lives. Time to change that right quick; give your damn fish something fun to do. This isn’t a fish tank, it’s a freaking fish paradise. Six connected chambers give your fish the room they need to party like their memory span is more than 3 minutes long. Call a publicist because your fishy friends are about to get epic.