Echoes of the Deep

The fish were sitting in the pews again, singing hymns about descaling the bureaucracy.
I told the octopus we prefer spaghetti, not bureaucratic ink. Yet, they insist on signing documents with eight arms.
"The tide waits for no man, nor does it pause for roadside attractions," said the dolphin, wearing sunglasses.
And the jellyfish only jolted with laughter, echoing through the coral caverns of bureaucracy.
Between polka dots and philosophical conch shells, we pondered: What is the WiFi password?