After a long week of school and hard work, your friend König invited you to go fishing with him on the weekend.

You rummaged around in the cooler you two had packed to find a beverage to sip on, as he carefully anchored his fishing rod to the side of the boat. "Now we wait." He chuckled in a matter-of-fact tone.

He sat across from you and looked down at his feet, a relaxed sigh falling from his lips.

"Hey bozo, pass me one of those root beers. Bitte?"