For as long as I’ve been staring at this stupid walking fish, he’s been saying “Great. Now what?” in my head. I had no idea who he could possibly be talking to, so I gave him, for lack of a better term, an evolution coach.
For the record, I’m well aware that when two members of a species breed, the count of any given appendage that the offspring possesses does not necessarily equal the average of its parents’ respective appendage counts. There’s a very bad joke I could make here involving exponential counts of male appendages going backwards down my family tree, but I’ve already said too much.