This old Shitfisher took his bagpipes down to the river and he played his pipes in hopes that the sh*tfish would rise up out of the water. But not one shitfish rose, Julian. So he took a shitnet and threw it in the river and, lo, soon he drew it forth filled with shitfish. Then he took his bagpipes and then he played them again and all the shitfish jumped up in the shitnet. ‘Oh, you dance now when I play,’ said the Shitfisher. And then the little old shitfish spoke up in the end and he said, ‘when you’re in a man’s power, you must do as he bids you.’ Shitnets, Julian, and Shitpower.

Shit puppets. The lot of 'em.