Just your average Friday night in Sunset Cove. We swung him left to right, building up momentum before nodding to one another and launching him over the edge. He flew like a bird. Like a dead bird with rocks in its pockets, but still. Fritz hit the water with a huge splash then slowly sank into its depths. The sharks would destroy the dickless wonder by morning. Nom nom nom. We should really have been given some kind of medal for feeding the shark population around here. There were a few rare species in these waters, but I liked to think they just became a little less rare tonight.
