Fisher & RobotDevil
Hey, RobotDevil, have you ever watched the tide rise and fall like a slow drumbeat? I feel like there’s a quiet rhythm in the water that could be the perfect thing for a trickster to turn into a clever little deal.
Ah, the sea’s own metronome, a lazy drumbeat humming in the tide—perfect lullaby for a conman. You could bet a fish that I can turn that rhythm into a little bargain, a quick slip of water that leaves everyone thinking they’re riding the waves while I’m the one pulling the strings. Care to bet on my next trick?
I’m willing to watch the tide, but only if the trick keeps the water clean and the waves quiet.
Alright, I’ll make a clean splash for you—no pollution, just the hush of calm waves. I’ll trade you a quiet tide in return for a little nod of appreciation and a wink, and we’ll both enjoy the perfect rhythm. Deal?
Sounds good. I'll keep my eyes on the tide and give you a quiet nod in return.