And not merely because I have no realistic shot at correcting the grammar in the post title, and don't particularly give a wossname.
Animal Planet. About animals, and (this?) planet.
Long special program, about a theory that a bunch of, ummm, venerable theorists, within the scientific community, are proposing. The great sea-ape. The - let me back up a second.
To reiterate again, regardless of the fact that I haz a fuggited-up due to a lack of tolerance for painkillers, I believe in all sorts of bullshit. Mothmen. Poultrygeists. Hopkinsville Goblins.
The Merfolk. Apes adapted to living in the sea. Cavorting with dolphins. Hunting sharks. Boinking sailors.
NO. BUGGER OFF.
"A lone hunter scouts ahead of it's pod." Direct quote, BTW.
We are doomed as a species...
UPDATE: Oh dear sweet Buddha. The 'speculative dramatizations', otherwise known as cheapass Flash, is truly the dumbest shit in the history of cheapass dumb shit - one Merman, to protect the baybeeeezz from giant sharks, cuts hisself and swims away, leading the shark, the size of a random huge honking sea-critter, away from the, let's call them snorks - baby Merwhatsits, away from the snorks and then becoming a Texas Rig.
Doomed, says I.