103. beaches.
[Paddy looks grumpy. He's smoking (damn, there went quitting), and sitting on a rock, looking into the sea,]
You know. At least when I took my kids to the seaside, there was a shitty bed-and-breakfast with greasy bacon waiting for us.
C'mon, Admiral, give us a break. I don't do fishing. Or any of this.
By the way, guys, keep an eye out for the catch. There's usually a catch, and last time it came in the form of fucked up fruit. I'd be careful, guys.
[He shouts at the water, where there's a stick and a string lurking idly]
Hey! Fish. I'm hungry! [He frowns, and knocks the ash off his cigarette into the water,]
I like my seaside with fish and chips, a terrible fucking pier, a nasty looking donkey and the potential for sandcastles.
[He signs off, looking grumpy still.]
You know. At least when I took my kids to the seaside, there was a shitty bed-and-breakfast with greasy bacon waiting for us.
C'mon, Admiral, give us a break. I don't do fishing. Or any of this.
By the way, guys, keep an eye out for the catch. There's usually a catch, and last time it came in the form of fucked up fruit. I'd be careful, guys.
[He shouts at the water, where there's a stick and a string lurking idly]
Hey! Fish. I'm hungry! [He frowns, and knocks the ash off his cigarette into the water,]
I like my seaside with fish and chips, a terrible fucking pier, a nasty looking donkey and the potential for sandcastles.
[He signs off, looking grumpy still.]