“Ahem… anyway”… continued Galdap between two lascivious bowel movements as a Dire Aaron, or was it an uncannily handsome owlbeast, pursued Mopkins around the room, “hmmmm… your fish is in the sky of Greenland… errrr… on the moon… and the prophecy foretold… says to reach it… you first must tread into the land of literal ice…”
All the fun parts of life are optional.