By Isabella Rossellini.
If I were a Calamari, I would be a squid. And, everyone would want to eat me.
I would squirt black ink from my anus, so that I can disappear, and propel myself off. By luminescent effect and by changing shape, I can communicate. I can say, "Be Careful!" I can say, "I love you," with my whole three hearts.
I would give the most passionate twenty arm embrace. Twenty... eighteen. Two are not arms, if you know what I mean....