Igothy awoke to find his lungs missing. Being a fish, he was contemplative. While leaving the house, the doctors transplanted a new pair into his scaly chest. He was ready to paint a masterpiece that day. Suddenly he realised the sun had already set. He had spent too much time washing his face, tweezing his eyebrows, and receiving surgery to notice the sunset. Unperturbed, he went out for dinner because his hunger revealed itself to him. Igothy hoped his plans wouldn’t fail the next day. He also hoped his sweetheart had good homeostasis.