I walked in the door, chill tendrils of mist twirled across the cold tiled floor. Each step felt like a step towards my own doom. I knew from the signs, that the moment that I had awaited my entire life for......was now.

Fish swam nonchalantly towards my head. Sharks and stingrays circled their prey, but today they were not for me. I, to coin the phrase had bigger fish to fry. The anticipation mounted as I passed the conga eels. They were cool. I was distracted.

Suddenly my heart stopped. Across the room, staring at me, it's eye as large as a dinner plate was my foe. It stared at me, I stared at it. A battle of wills was unfolding. We stood locked, eye to eye for what seemed like hours. The ice enclosing my foe began to shake as if it would smash from the psychic energy being created around it. Alarms sounded, aquarium staff rushed in, took one look around them and decided who had to go.

They got me in an arm-lock and escorted me from the premises.

Otherwise I don't know who would have won.