I'm Dying of Laughter at This Post About Writing West Lake Vinegar Fish

"I decided to take another walk by the lake. The streetlights weren't very bright, but West Lake was even darker. The mountains on the opposite shore were faintly visible, with only distant lights stretching fragmented reflections across the water. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed in. Am I about to throw up? I asked myself. The fish came from the lake, so returning it to the lake makes perfect sense. After a bout of spasms, I actually forgot that this fish cost 128. After all, West Lake is West Lake; it's ultimately different from other lakes."