The ocean sunfish looks like a giant, sentient dinner plate that somehow survived the evolutionary process through sheer confusion.

Trying to swim gracefully with the physiology of a sunfish is essentially a masterclass in unintentional comedy.

I told the sunfish it was time to migrate, but it just stared at me blankly, proving that buoyancy is its only god.

Compared to the majestic shark, the sunfish is the aquatic equivalent of someone wearing a circular cardboard box to a formal gala.