Ooh, I want to try fishing! And thanks for the vest there, Boober. ((ooc: G-man, next time I will stomp on you, if you like. ^_^ ))
**Sal takes his vest and while putting it back on, he makes his way over to Grover, clears his throat, and calls out.**
... HEEERE, FISHY FISHY!!
**Sal waits a moment expectantly, while nothing happened. Then, a splashing sound caught his attention, and Sal looked up expectantly to see... a very small goldfish hop out of the water and land by his feet. Sal follows the path of the fish through the air, and looks down between his feet at it, and starts to grumble a little bit.**
Right. Excellent. Well, that didn't do too much, did it?
**The fish then cuts off Sal, and speaks in a whiny, impatient voice**
Fine then, why don't you just throw me back?
**Sal's eyebrows raise as if he's heard a good idea.**
Yeah, yeah okay! Sure.
**He picks up the fish and throws it back, and as it swims away happily he comes to realise quite how useless that whole venture really was.