You swim down to the ocean floor. The water feels dense and unforgiving. You approach the literal pile of garbage you call home and swat open the door.
"Hello, Seal Husband!"
says your wife, Seal no. 839.
"Would you like to go to the Seal Colosseum?"
"No, let's just stay inside tonight and contemplate the meaning of life."
"Yeah sure whatever."
"What is the point! Have you ever thought about what's up there past the surface? Art! Culture! Deli meats! I can't live this life anymore!"