rancid waterfalls glance off shined monsters, glimmering glittering in the darkness under the sun layer of true light.  Bite my neck then you aren't a hamper or a hamster but a vampire and no monster of the eel deep licking it's fingers covered in clams and cobblestones.  Itchy it may seem but what's an underwater itch if you're trisha?  A nothing, a somebody in my eye piercing in the red warm dark.