15 grudnia 2012 - Lakeside retreat - page 3

1
SILVER: You don't *smell* clean.
TOR: You traded ripe tiger for wet fur. Make up your mind.

2
SILVER: I want to shove you back into the lake.
TOR: No way! Fish! Biting things that don't need biting!

3
SILVER: You *were* doing a decent job catching them, though.

4
TOR: You really want me to go back in, don't you?
SILVER: Two birds, one stone.