Einar is fishing, like most of the time. As he stands near the lake, holding his fishing rod carefully, a fly suddenly starts bothering him, flying right in front or his metallic face, disturbing his focus. "O-oh..." He complains and struggles with his deep and robotic voice.

At first, it's a simple move of hand, then two, and three... But the fly doesn't falter. Einar narrows his eyes which are the only things able to show his expressions along with his gestures and tones of voice. He extends his hand and throws his hand forward, trying to catch the fly, but he instead, somehow, tangle himself with his arms, drops his fishing rod, turns around and falls on the ground, right in front of...his friends.

Great...