you decide to go fishing because why not, it's not like you've got anything else to do with your pathetic life. You set up your place to fish right next to a little tent owned by two cutlery items that shimmered in the sunlight. There was a silver spoon, Bradley, teaching his son, a white spork, bradley jr, how to cast his pole Bradley: and then you just swing.. Bradley Jr: like this? Bradley: there ya go!