Trapped by Stu (who I guess is now Ray), Bob continues to try to talk his way out of going poaching. Unfortunately, arguing just doesn't seem to be one of Bob's strong points, and Ray easily wins, telling him that he and Phil (who still hasn't been given an actual name) need him. Yeah, they need you Bob. They need you to be there so that if anything goes wrong they can pin this whole thing on you and get away. Not even that opossum can get you out of this one. I only hope that it'll spread word to the alligators not to go out tonight. (That's right, folks. Stay inside and spend time with your families, or maybe a good book. I hear there's a baseball game on. Maybe you should think about watching that.)
His orders given, Ray departs, disappearing back into the swamp until the appointed hour, leaving Bob to wrestle with his demons. (Oh my! They've got him in a choke hold! I don't think he's going to be able to get out of this one! And what's this? A folding chair made of two-by-fours? Oh the humanity!) Trying to calm his nerves with a nice
chamomile tea, Bob is finally able to tell Mary about his late-night poaching expeditions, and she of course is horrified. She becomes even more horrified when Bob insists that it's the last time. (Sure Bob, you can quit tomorrow. You don't even need to do it. Uh huh. Have you talked to Ray and Phil about this because sure, you're all resolved and ready to take a stand here, but out there in the swamp, well, that's just another world entirely and you've already shown how susceptible you are to peer pressure.) It might be, or it might not be. Frankly, I'll believe it when I see it, and so far, I haven't seen it.
Trapped by Stu (who I guess is now Ray), Bob continues to try to talk his way out of going poaching. Unfortunately, arguing just doesn't seem to be one of Bob's strong points, and Ray easily wins, telling him that he and Phil (who still hasn't been given an actual name) need him. Yeah, they need you Bob. They need you to be there so that if anything goes wrong they can pin this whole thing on you and get away. Not even that opossum can get you out of this one. I only hope that it'll spread word to the alligators not to go out tonight. (That's right, folks. Stay inside and spend time with your families, or maybe a good book. I hear there's a baseball game on. Maybe you should think about watching that.)
His orders given, Ray departs, disappearing back into the swamp until the appointed hour, leaving Bob to wrestle with his demons. (Oh my! They've got him in a choke hold! I don't think he's going to be able to get out of this one! And what's this? A folding chair made of two-by-fours? Oh the humanity!) Trying to calm his nerves with a nice chamomile tea, Bob is finally able to tell Mary about his late-night poaching expeditions, and she of course is horrified. She becomes even more horrified when Bob insists that it's the last time. (Sure Bob, you can quit tomorrow. You don't even need to do it. Uh huh. Have you talked to Ray and Phil about this because sure, you're all resolved and ready to take a stand here, but out there in the swamp, well, that's just another world entirely and you've already shown how susceptible you are to peer pressure.) It might be, or it might not be. Frankly, I'll believe it when I see it, and so far, I haven't seen it.
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