"Don't point that thing at me!"
"Hey, I'll point my thing where I want!"
"Where the hell did you get a bow anyway? You don't have one at home."
"I borrowed it."
"Borrowed?"
"Without anyone seeing."
"Oh my god, Magrathea that's stealing."
"Well I'll have you know that I am educated in the use of such an instrument. And the owner was a big wuss anyway."
"You talk big, but that's all. You couldn't even handle the boat two weeks ago."
"There was a shark chasing me and I had my priorities straight. I ain't a monster like you!"
"..."
"Oh shit. Sorry..."
"Never mind. Let's just go hunting now."
"You're not carrying any weapons?"
"I am the weapon."
"Lucky. You have your laser blasts."
"Either help me carry the bag or you'll be the bait this time."
"Fine. Oh crap, the hell do you put in this thing?! And it smells too!!"
"Like I said. Bait."
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
