*Bang*

"Watch it!"
"Sorry."

*Bang*

"Oh, very good. Please, kick it again. Maybe you didn't scare all the fish away."
"I'm sorry! There's no room for my feet! Why did you bring the big tackle box anyway? We never use any of that crap."
"Shut up. It's easier okay? At least then I know I'm not forgetting anything."
"Good point. God it's getting hot. I'm practically pissing sweat."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Nothing."



"Fish on!"
"****... I'm reeling in... hold on."
*****
"You TIT."
"What??"
"You don't have a fish, you absolute BALL-sucker. Look! Goddammit!"
"WHAT!"
"You're hooked on a lily pad! Look! Everytime you pull it gets yanked down!"
"...damn."
"Eh, just hand me the paddle. I'll break it loose."
"....."
"What?"
"I forgot the paddle."
"Goddammit! All right, just hand me your rod. Okay, now lean over a bit so I can reach do-- NO JACKASS, THE OTHER WAY! We can't both lean this way! Okay. Okay, good. I think I've just about got it. Holy ****, what is the deal? It doesn't want to let go of... oh, wait, I've got it. We're good."
"How's it look?"
"Um... eh, not bad. I don't think it needs to be retired. Tuck the hooks back in and it'll be fine."
"Cool, thanks."
"Goddamn it's hot. Toss me a Coke."
"... a Coke?"
"Yeah, you grabbed the cooler right? I told you to grab the cooler!"
"....I forgot."
"Goddammit!"