There was a certain air about the air, it was thicker than normal. A nice, thick air. The kind of air that was almost like chicken noodle soup - and that's because it was chicken noodle soup. The shark, he was drowning in a sea of letters.

Clash Clash Boom Bang Bammmo WHAMMO

The bowl thrashed around with a great might. He had to escape from this bowl, he had to make his way to Neveah. Fighting and pushing his little sharky fins he finally released himself from the near death experience. This is why you should never eat watery foods without arms. Rolling onto the floor in an almost militant manner, he finally made it to freedom at last.

Yet there was no freedom. For Neveah had died while he was working his way to safety. 

"Oh no.", that was all the creature could muster. He had to figure something out and quickly, but what? He then decided that he would take on this harsh world on his own. With no one but himself. 

"CHOMP. CHOMP."

It was time to shine.

All hail Landshark!  Philadelphia's true and rightful king.

*-Disclaimer- Gudrun is not a paid spokesperson and active schill for his future boss.  He is a real person not an actor but is genuinely excited.