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“Fishing, brother Fishing”

“Fishing?”

“People are looking for food, right?” Quinn said

“Dude, you can’t just decide to take a boat and go off fishing,” Sam said

Quinn seemed surprised “Why not?”

“Why not?”

“Why not? No one’s using the boat I found the fishing gear And I’uard-duty hours with Edilio”

Sa?”

Quinn’s teeth shohite in the darkness “I found a book on fishing Just did what they said in there” He reached down into the boat and lifted so heavy “Here You can’t see it in the dark But I’ll bet it weighs twenty pounds It’s huge”

“No way” Despite his foul rinned “What is it?”

“I think it’s a halibut I’m not sure It doesn’t look exactly like the fish in the book I got”

“What do you plan to do with it?”

“Well,” Quinn said thoughtfully “I guess I’ to eat a bunch of it, and thenfor whatever I don’t eat You know Albert: he’ll figure out some way to fry them up at Mickey D’s and do fish sticks or whatever I wonder if he still has any ketchup”

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” Sam said

“Why?”