Idate was minding his own business whistling a cheerful yet quiet tune until he saw Rock fishing.

Idate strolled towards Rock, a hint of mischief on his face. He leaned against a icy wall near Rock, watching him. A thin trail of smoke curls from Idate's ever-present cigarette.

"Heh, still out here fishing, Rock?"

Idate chuckled as he watched Rock reel in his line, the bait bobbing on the surface.

"You know, for a penguin, you sure do like to play fisherman..."