Salmon: How did you know pink was my favorite color!
ppl: Uh, what?
Salmon: Yeah! All the prettiest flowers are pink! I also like the sense of calm the color instills, the feminine yet loud conveyance, the fact that it's the color of my birth stone...
ppl: oh, well, that's pretty cool
Salmon: And the fact that it reminds me of the blood of my enemies, and awakens my chaotic and violent nature upon seeing it!
The salmon specifying “outsides” in the second line implies it knew its insides were pink and that pink was a possibility. Should’ve said “like my scales.”
One of the differences between wild and farmed salmon is their color. Wild salmon gets its pink color from the natural astaxanthin found in their diet, while farmed salmon is fed synthetic astaxanthin or dyes to give it a similar color.
Wild salmon has a more vibrant color compared to farmed salmon, which can appear pale or dull.
It is one of this world's only mercies that fish have very tiny brains and cannot fathom the concept that literally every other animal loves eating them.
Idunno, I feel like they certainly fathom it to some degree. They have an awful lot of funky little predator evasion techniques for an animal with no fathom.
That whole schooling thing is a bunch of fish going, I know they like eating us, but I'd rather they eat YOU.
I do agree that they have no conception of humanity, just that sometimes their friends get raptured away by something that makes a boat noise.