Hm. Should I even bother telling you that there's no place to hide in a very large, very white sink? The Fisherman finds you, like, right away, man, and stuffs you into one of those cute little cheese graters like they have at Italian restaurants. You make a nice topping for his Fish.
In other news, you're DEAD.
Go brag about your death at the
GRAVEYARD.
Or START OVER.