I'm sorry mate, but the squid and I have developed a strong emotional bond.
She called my by my aborginie name of eeewewewewblahgh...gublapom! My heart melted!
Eeewewewewblahgh...gublapom is my Aboriginie name from a tribe that forced me to eat feces until I hallucinated. Apparently, they had a penchant for an exotic nut called "Bavarian beer nuts". Never heard of them! They dress in tight black pants and black turtle necks and called each other "Dieter". They are native to a town known as Keswick, Ontario.. how odd.. they all had ball caps and kinda looked like Woody from Toy Story.
Strangely, they mentioned a stranger known as Cornbread who, consequently isn't all that strange... except for his ###ual appetite involving wayward travellers whom he plies with green Skittles that are actually Rohypnol. Legend has it that the guy is hung like a mastadon!... I'm sure that you are intimately familiar with the legend!
Anyway, my vision quest (due to the beer nuts, some poop, 13 Molson Exports and 2 Glenfiddich) was cool. I had a vision of a giant grizzly from Calgary named Shirley who forced me to perform a ritual involving two oysters, an otter and my testes..bizarrely, it was called "Crackers"... I'm sure you can guess the rest. When I woke up... well... I had a scrotal sack the size of a suitcase and a craving for beef jerky!
I really am sorry, while the grizzly named Shirley is very dear to my heart, your squid named Fingers is my true love. I'm very sorry to break this to you.