If my fish could talk, that's what he'd say.
Not Bluto, but the other one Floyd.
Bluto is a champ. Fights himself for food, flares out at his own bad self, makes happy little bubble nests when I change his water, and will eat anything I give him.
Pretty Boy Floyd however is proving to be my special needs fish. Not only is he crippled, but he is a picky eater, a little bit blind I think, and afraid of his own shadow.
Perhaps naming him Pretty Boy Floyd was a little presumptuous. But he is hanging in there, the little champ!