Damn little bastards. Always expecting ME to feed them. They attach themselves to me, and wait for the crumbs of my food, which they snatch up. What am I, the God-damned Food Bank? Huh? Just leeching off me, waiting for ME to do all the work of getting food. Hell, they can't even swim for themselves. Oh, no. They gotta attach themselves to me, and let ME do all the work.
One of these days I hope one of those little bastards gets too close to my mouth when I'm in a feeding frenzy, and I "accidently" bite their little head off.
Hey, Remoras! GET A DAMNED JOB AND WORK FOR YOUR FOOD! THE FREE RIDE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!