But back to Shark Attack. I was thinking the other day: Shark attack, much like love, is a game. A game with many fragile pieces that collectively form a "set". Sometimes people step on these small pieces, or maybe they drop the box containing the pieces down the stairs on their way to the living room for a nice family game. Regardless, when single pieces get broken or ingested, although they are individual, they are in themselves a part of the set. This set cannot live with the absence of a piece, much like humans without, say, a cock. This piece, in its absence, causes the set to consume itself, it having lost its belonging. From then on, the set is devestated, always seeking but never finding. It gets teased by the other sets, taking insults like "Hey missing piece boy!" and "Aww you baby!". After this, the deranged, excommunicated set literally eats itself, thus creating Joseph Stalin and his communist rule.