Sharks, Sharks

Alvin had accepted Norman Osborn's commission, so he couldn't spare the time to figure out with Jessica how to eat the big fish.

Sashimi didn't take much skill. You just found a tasty cut, sliced it, chilled it over ice, and dipped it in wasabi and soy sauce.

After leaving little Ginny in Fox's care, Alvin and Stark went down to the lower deck to get a closer look at the giant shark.

Figuring out how to get the thing to Jurassic Park alive and kicking was certainly a headache.

They couldn't sedate it. Once it fell asleep, it might even forget to breathe. Sleeping itself to death would be pretty stupid.

Tying it up probably wouldn't work either. JARVIS had analyzed its bodily systems: the thing needed to keep swimming to maintain its oxygen intake. Otherwise, it could easily drown.

Alvin glanced at the Megalodon darting around beneath the yacht, then looked at the analysis projected from Stark's wrist and laughed. "This is the first time I've heard of a fish drowning. It can't sleep either, so what do we do?

"I'm not doing this to make money by working with Norman or anything, but if there really is a cure for Alzheimer's disease, it's worth trying, no matter what."

Stark fell silent, then nodded. "For people like us, Alzheimer's disease is a punishment worse than going to Hell.

"That old bastard Osborn can finally do something good for once!"

As he spoke, Stark watched the Megalodon cruising and thrashing at the surface. After a moment, he said, "At the end of the day, it's still an animal.

"Maybe I can put a bridle on its head and lead it to Jurassic Park the way you'd lead a camel.

"The only problem is how to get it to calm