Not too long ago I met a guy who told me that in all of history only one culture has worshipped the shark. He said it was an island in the Pacific thousands of years ago and the best translation of their god’s name is Sharkon. Now that made me think. If I had a time machine and all of eternity I still wouldn’t visit people who worship sharks because you know they have to be downright vicious. All hail Sharkon and here are 100 prisoners to feed him, surf’s up. Now if I could create an army of walking sharks I would rule the world because everyone would piss their pants and run away as soon as they came down the street and into all the stores and houses. I would made the smartest, biggest shark the new Sharkon and make sure he was well fed. The sharks would all yell Hail Sharkon when they attacked. Now that would be a sight to see.