They want to grab ahold like barracudas and tear at me, but I don't let them. I fight them off. They circle around and try to bite a chunk out of my leg. And my arm. And my feet. But not today, barracudas! Not today. I kill them. I spear them using my incredible coordination and quick reflexes. I gut them and grill them as fillet or steaks. That's right, I eat my worries for dinner. Delicious!