So here's Tarquin's story.
Tarquin was created for my friend Trixie. Shortly after being born off the needles he had to explore. Little baby Tarquin is a very curious little octopus.
The first thing he had to do was meet Mr. Squid. I thought Mr. Squid took a liking to Tarquin right off the bat, but it turned out that his "sweet and innocent hug" was really a ploy to eat poor lil' Tarkie. So I quickly rescued him.
Mr. Squid has yet to comment about his actions, but I can only assumed he's ashamed of himself.
Tarquin, getting a taste for danger, decided to take a walk on the wild side. Here's a picture I snapped of him just as he was stealing my monies.
He quickly realized that he was in fact an octopus and having just been born had not yet learned Shakespeare. This saddened him.
"Wherefore art... where the hell am I? Is this stage made of styrofoam?!"
Resigned to his fate of never being able to learn and recite Shakespeare on a real stage, Tarquin turned to drinking. I found him in my wine glass by the end of the night. All of my Riesling had vanished.