[i]Gonad stood before the lake, staring gloomily down at the tasty fish darting to and fro before him. He had wandered out into the large expanse of vernal grass and trotted up to the water's edge, but dared to go no further. He was hungry but of all the luck, there was a large and very clear "NO FISHING" sign right there, complete with a picture of a fish crossed out in red. Even Gonad, with his immense ignorance of written and verbal languages, knew exactly what it meant. Sometimes life wasn't fair. The grisly barbarian glanced over his shoulder. It didn't seem like anyone was watching. He looked right and left. Perhaps nobody would notice...

Gonad squatted down and thrust a hand into the crystalline waters, seizing a large catfish and hauling it up to take a bite. As sure as bears shat in outhouses, no representative of law enforcement would probably, maybe, perhaps be there to stop this fiendish act.[/i]