Oh hey, it’s me, the mola mola. Yeah, I know, I probably shouldn’t even exist. I mean, look at me—basically a big ol’ floppy pancake just floating around aimlessly.I’m basically a swimming mistake, a giant dinner plate that God might have dropped by accident. People love to roast me. Schwimmender kopf? Yeah, thanks Germany, like I needed to be reminded I’m just a head with fins. Toppled car fish? That’s just rude. I mean, I’m already shaped like a squished car, do I really need to hear it out loud? I just kind of float through life, you know? I try to swim, but let’s be honest, it’s more like drifting with the current. Sometimes I get mistaken for trash, which, let’s face it, is pretty on-brand for me.