The subject, barely out of infancy, spun around his enclosure fruitlessly. All the other occupants who inhabited his cell were batshit crazy, except one who looked like he came from a gang.
The kid sobbed, craving for home, a lone traveler with a deformed arm.
His cell became filthier and filthier as the months passed. His deformed arm did nothing for sympathy, and would not serve any further purpose.
He entertained the childish though of someone coming to bring him home once more, then banished it. This was his home now.
He sighed as the female pressed her monstrous face to his enclosure yet again. Maybe this time she would shake him to death.
Miles away in the Great Barrier Reef, Marlin frolics among the corals happily with his new wife, all memories of Nemo long forgotten.