"How about it Arthur? You want to have a fishing match with me?" Henry sneered. "Well, if you're afraid then..."
"Hah! You took the words right out of my mouth," Arthur replied in disdain. "Didn't you know that I was called the "Quick Shot" back in my days? That's because I can catch fish faster than anyone else!"
"Quick Shot? So what? Haven't you heard my nickname Mr.Quickie?" Henry challenged. "As long as I cast my bait the fishes will line up and offer themselves to be caught by me."
The old men behind them walked a few steps away from Quick Shot and Mr.Quickie. Their lips were twitching and they could feel their faces burn in embarrassment.
If anyone were to ask if they knew the two old geezers, they would immediately deny it. They would even declare that they have no relationship with shameless bastards who only think with their rods!
