T-d: "So how do we find Six-pound Sean then?"
Rb: "We'll call him: SEANIE, SIX-POUND SEANIE, HIT ME WITH A WONKY ZONKER, SEANIE, SIX-POUND SEANIE"
S-d: "You'll have to call louder than that, Rainbow Trout: Sean's in the North Island"
T-d: "In the North Island? But we'll never swim that far!"
*pause*
Rb: "Well he's also here in the PoDs"
T-d: "So what you are suggesting, is that instead of swimming to the North Island so we can take one of Six-pound Sean's flies, for the ride, we could just swim through the PoD series and that this is supposed to make sense?"
(Bear with me on this)
Rb: "Look man, we're having a conversation with a sheep; why are you all-of-a-sudden worrying about what makes sense?"
S-d: "I heard that"
T-d: "It's not the having-a-conversation-with-a-sheep bit that worries me, it's what he says"
S-d: "I heard that too"
Rb: "Look, it only doesn't make sense if we don't understand it. Does that make sense?"
*pause*
T-d: "No"