I bring you the third installment of my dialogue-format comedic series, folks:

"EGADS, man, how long have we been fighting our floppy sea-born nemisises?"

"Samuel, I have no idea whatsoever."

"Oh joy. At least we've managed to rouse the neighborhood into a defensive position and set up defense perimeters."

"Indeed, we've also got our whole building alert and ready to fight our delicious- I mean devious- enemies."

"I don't blame you for eating them; after all this is war."

"Quite true, and I can't help but worry that the fish will advance and-"

*Whumpthump whump thump thump THUD*

"EGADS, MARTIN! READY THE ANTI-FISH ARTILLERY'S SEABASS REPULSION MECHANISM!"

"RIGHT ON IT, SAMUEL!"

"That's it! Aim carefully through that window- The blizzard is raging but the fish have harnessed human technology to use it against us!"

"EGADS, MAN! Those fiendish scaly monsters! What creation of our own could they be using to attack with?"

"BALLOONS, MAN, BALLOONS! THEY'RE SENDING THEIR SOLDIERS IN ATTACHED TO BALLOONS! Those slippery, aquatic little wretches are using some of our most powerful technology to further their intentions!"

"SAY IT ISN'T SO SAMUEL! Wait! I see one incoming now! Hold on!"

*RATATATATATATATATABLAMBLAMBLAM WHOCK THUMP*

"Yes! Samuel, do we have any anti-balloon defense systems? We won't last long if they keep sending the Battle Sturgeons armed with that stunning gear!"

"GREAT SCOTT MARTIN! YOU HAVE A TUNA FIRMLY STUCK IN YOUR NECK!"

"Heavens! THE THING FLOPS WITH UNHOLY GLEEEE! Howard will fix this soon, I hope!"

"Aye! You bet I will, Martin! These fishy menace... I thought I ended it when I fixed my machine but by the time I did they had gotten too far to stop..." Howard said.

"You've stepped into the room instead of popping in through a gash in the time space continuum, I see. Please, get to your machine and repair this quantum anomaly located in my friend's neck!"

"No need for it, Samuel! I've created... THE AQUATIC LIFE-FORM TRANS-ATOMIC RELOCATION DEVICE! I already tested it out on a man who had a bad case of guppies."

"EGADS! Then use it, man! USE IT AND GET THIS ACCURSED FISH OUT OF THE FLESH CONNECTING MY CEREBRAL ORGAN'S SHELL TO MY TORSO!"

"Calm down Martin, I'm charging up the device in my hands right now and you'll be--"

*WHUMP WHUMP WHUMPWHUMPTHUMP THUD SPLAT*

"EGADS! THEY'RE BACK FOR MORE! LIKE THOSE CROWS IN ALFRED HITCHCOCK'S 'The Birds', BUT THEY AREN'T AS SINISTER WHEN YOU SEE THEM EVERYWHERE AROUND YOU!"

"HOLD ON MARTIN! I'll man the Anti-fish artillery! Howard, get to work, and fast! Those fish... Curse them! The flow of their wet stenchy evil only temporarily ceases if ever, and humanity can only barely hold out as it is!"

"Right on it, man... One, two... THREE!"

"EEAGH! Ooh! Gad, that stings yet at the same time is a relief of unrivaled magnitude! Thank-- DUCK, SAMUEL!"

*WUMPTHUMP*

"They're sending in the Battle Sturgeons! Quick, Howard, take a fireplace poker and FIIIIGHT!"

"I'm on it, Samuel!"

"More of our slippery oft-netted interdimensional enemy is arriving!"

"Martin! Look out!"

*HISSSSS*

"That was close! Had you not had the hot fireplace poker in your hands, I might very well have been finished off by that sturgeon!"

"EGADS! THE BATTLE STURGEONS ARE ARRIVING NOT ATTACHED TO ONLY ONE BALLOON, BUT TWO! The fiends!"

*RRRRATATATATATATATATATTATATATATTATATATATTATATATAT WHUMP SPLAT SSSHUMP!*

"Samuel, I've nailed about three dozen of them, quick, take up a weapon and install yourself defensively!"

"Aye Martin, I shall... But the fight is far from over!"

*SMACK!*

"My, that bit of drama was ruined by the landing of a trout in your face."

"Shut up, Howard."

Anyways, I got some homework done, and had pizza. Hoo-ray.