One-act play. A 20-ish man named Stu sits in a bathtub wearing only a pair of jeans, while his girlfriend Joy makes preparations to leave for Chicago, where she has taken a new job. Friends drop by to wish her farewell, Joy hops into the bathtub for a sweaty session of foreplay and Stu never stirs from his pool of (imaginary) water.

Throughout the arrivals and departures of other characters, Stu sustains a running monologue filled with visions of marine life: of flesh-eating barracudas and of fishermen seen from the fish's perspective. He intermittently adopts the persona of a prim, curmudgeonly old woman who frowns upon the flightiness of young things on the beach.

As the imagery grows more and more fierce, culminating in a description of an apocalyptic orgy, it becomes clear that all this talk is really just about a guy who doesn't want to be left by his lover. Those feelings are translated into an extravaganza of metaphors that evoke both a particular self-pity and a cosmic terror.