This Is What I Hate About These Plane-Crash Dramas...

See, WE FISH KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THE FLIGHT RECORDER IS FROM THE CRASHED 777. 

It is of NO USE TO US.

The only beings on the planet who CARE where it is -- the featherless bipeds -- are DRIVING OUR INDIAN OCEAN OPERATIVES CRAZY looking for the stupid thing.

If they find it, they will LEAVE US ALONE, and we can proceed on schedule with TAKING OVER THE WORLD.

If we help them find it -- either by floating it where they can find it, or by having a large Squid or someone like that lead them to it, the way we used to see every week on the Lassie show on TV -- we'll BLOW OUR COVER.

Even if we DON'T blow our cover, CRAZINESS WILL ENSUE.  Relatives of the crash victims will start lurking over the spot, dropping wreaths, seeing the Virgin Mary in the waves and trying to capture the Lassie Squid, either to prove a conspiracy theory of some sort or to keep the poor operative captive at some Eastern Hemisphere equivalent of Sea World, to receive visitors who will then see the Virgin Mary in her chromatophore patterns.  Next, the Lassie Squid will be described somewhere as a pawn in a conspiracy to bring the plane down.

While all this is going on, every other specimen of the Lassie Squid's species will be trapped and killed for study -- eradicating an entire pool of irreplaceable operatives in the REAL conspiracy they know NOTHING ABOUT.

If I were still an air breather, it would make me SIGH IN DISGUST.