Are we alone? I'll whisper, so D doesn't hear . . . . . sssssshhhhhh (looks around to double check)

Gary es muerto


But worse though . . . Dorothy ate his remains. His tasty, tasty remains.

If D notices, we'll tell the truth. In the meantime we're leaving Gary's lovely shell in the tank as a little memorial. Donations to Mrs Puff's Boating School in lieu of flowers.