I might actually prefer you as a real shark, tracking me down by the smell of my blood. At least then you would leave with parts of me inside of you. I think I could do without the parts of me that become shark food. I’m a resourceful mammal even when drowning.
You do not forget the ones inside of you, and I don’t want to be forgotten.
I’d prefer you as a real shark swimming toward the warmth of my blood than as a fake shark running away. Fake sharks don’t have the stomach for the reality of their situation. They really just want to posture around the dolphins.
I’d prefer you with fins.