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Ultimus Chapter Fifteen: What’s Past is Prologue
Andrew grabbed the shotgun off the ground and pulled the trigger. Blowing off the raptor's tail in view. The creature screamed out in pain and left his view. Andrew crawled out of the crevice with shotgun in hand and looked the way the raptor went only to see it go around the corner.
“Where are you going!! Coward!!” Andrew screamed, but a snarl came from behind him. Andrew looked around and saw another raptor coming around the other side. It charged towards him, however, he didn’t run and instead began walking towards it shotgun aimed at it. He fired his weapon and the creature staggered, but Andrew continued pushing towards the creature and fired again and again. It dropped on the floor only a few feet from Andrew with its skull and neck disfigured. Red blood and Magenta liquid pools began to form around the body. Andrew thought it was unusual that the pools didn’t mix together but instead separated when leaving the body. He looked around and only saw the three bodies lying on the ground. He saw a blood trail that was from the fourth raptor and began following it, shotgun to his shoulder. However, following it led him to the hallway and outside where the blood trail disappeared. Andrew was furious that he didn’t get it, he was ready to yell at the top of his lungs. He walked back to where he was and picked up his rifle. He saw the two raptors that lay there, how much he wished it was three. He turned around to see Reuben’s lifeless body on the ground. No movement, no breathing, lifeless. A pool of blood built around him and had a gash on his side and on his throat. Andrew knelt looked and grabbed him, his eyes wide and lifeless. Andrew's hands turned red from the blood, but he didn’t care. Andrew’s eyes watered underneath the goggles and he began having a hard time breathing with the bandanna over his face. He took both off and began crying the hardest he had in a very long time. Why couldn’t he have saved him, why did he freeze… Why did he not pull the gun out faster. He thought of these questions as he held his best friend’s body in his arms. He cried holding him for what seemed like nearly an hour. He looked down at Reuben, tears running down his face and his nose running. He seemed more peaceful in his death than what he expected from what happened. Andrew gently lowered Reuben’s body, tears still ran down his face. He didn’t deserve to rest here as his resting place. He went around looking across the ground where he had been getting into crates before and found one of the large tarps to protect the crates and what was inside the crates from the elements after, he found one that was in really good condition and was large enough for what he needed. He took the tarp and went back to Reuben and wrapped him up in it. Andrew quickly looked around for a shovel and found one in the War and Military History Museum storage container. Andrew came back to the wrapped body and looked down at it while putting on his goggles and bandanna.
“Forgive me for failing you.” Andrew said as he put the shovel in with the wrapped body. As he got ready to pick it up, he paused. He was missing something still, he went around looking through the crates and found an art piece of a cross, and in another crate found a hammer. He went back into the War Museum container and found a knife and began carving words into it. He came back and put the cross and hammer in with the wrapped body, picked it up, and began his way to find a resting place for his best friend…
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With a flash, Andrew was back home alone. This was the worst day for him he’d ever had. He took a step off the teleporter and dropped the hammer and shovel he had in his hands. He saw Tracy grazing close to his house and walked right past her.
“Not right now Tracy.” Andrew said quietly.
Everything for him was now becoming distant as if he was watching himself from the outside. He could hear his breath echoing as he walked towards and opened the door to his parents' house. He took off his goggles and bandanna and saw he had blood on both. He looked at his hands and saw the dried blood stains on his hands and forearms. He began switching off the Tek armor and took off all the pieces.
Andrew walked into the living room, collapsed onto the couch, and cried. He was genuinely alone for the first time from everyone and everything he ever knew. All his family and friends were gone. His best friend died for the longest to his doing. All he could do was remember him. As he thought about Reuben, his mind began to wander to his parents, his friends, and Rue. But instead of vivid memories and warm moments, he couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember how they looked or what they felt like. All he could remember was their voices and even those were hard to remember correctly. He quickly got up and staggered around as began tearing the house apart for something, anything that had a photo, audio, or video clips on one of the computers of his family and friends. He searched almost every room in the house but found nothing.
He walked into the hallway and looked at a closed door. A door he hadn’t entered since he awoken. He began to reach for the door and grabbed it, his heart pumping fast as he turned the doorknob and opened it. Dust began filling the air lightly as he did so. He looked inside and began having smaller, vivid memories of them. He hugged his mother, his dad teaching him how to shoot. Playing chess and other board games with them, them helping him with school. Their voices became stronger and more recognizable to him. But he still couldn’t remember what his parent’s faces looked like. He began searching the room for anything with pictures. Dust began flying and filling the air, but he didn’t care. He coughed his way through looking for anything with their faces on it. But again, nothing. He couldn’t find anything, he checked twice, even three times for a scrapbook. He knew his mom kept one, she liked doing things old-fashioned like that. But there was nothing.
Andrew couldn’t breathe anymore with how much dust and began running out of the room and slammed the door behind him before he collapsed on the ground, heaving and coughing that slowly turned into wails and tears as he couldn’t remember anyone from his life before, all he could remember was their voices, almost painful and haunting voices with no faces to them. He pounded his fists against the floor. His wailing got worse as realization hit him. He was alone and forgotten, and he would die alone and forgotten. His crying began to quiet down and he got himself up off the ground and sat down against the wall shaking with great grief. Fear and regret filled him, tears still running down his face. All of these thoughts began to break him down, he no longer was able to think of anything else but his mistakes and how it was all his fault for getting Reuben killed. Hate for himself began building, that he deserved this pain for his mistakes and deserved everything that happened. But did Reuben? Did Reuben deserve to die for Andrew’s mistakes, no. But maybe it was a mercy for him, maybe it was something that he-
‘No, it wasn’t something he deserved either way, it was no mercy for him to die to that raptor. I should’ve killed that thing as soon as I saw it. It should be dead instead of Reuben.’ Andrew’s thought, his hate for himself began to obsess over that raptor. The monster, the hideous beast that murdered the last of his friends and family members. It deserved death, it deserves the death Reuben had, no, a worse death. Agonizing suffering and pain with no peaceful end. Hate for himself became hate for that beast and he filled with rage. Revenge filled his heart. Revenge became his reason to stand. Revenge was his only motivation to continue on. Revenge for Reuben was all that mattered to him.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 72-
It was the middle of the night. Forest lay awake on his ledge, as he’d been for a while now. He held the rune in his talons, caressing it lightly. He stared into its deep, glowing core.
“They tried to take it from him.”
“Build. Destroy. Save.”
“Kill.”
A bond.
A bond.
“Looking at it, staring at it.”
A sound from inside the cave startled Forest out of his thoughts. He snapped his head up to the noise, setting the rune behind him.
Forest spotted Nyx nearby, sitting up by her sleeping spot, blinking Forests’ way. “You’re awake too?”
“A lot of things going on,” Forest answered quietly.
“Yeah,” Nyx agreed, slipping acrossed the cave and over to Forest. “It’s not every day all your dreams and nightmares come true all at once.” The moonlight from outside stretched into the cave, illuminating the sleeping figures of Forests friends. Nyx scratched one claw along the floor, looking anxious. “If you’re mad at me,” she blurted, “like Crimson is— the reason I didn’t tell you about the rune—"
“Nyx, no, I— I’m not mad at you,” Forest said.
“It’s because I was scared,” Nyx said. “Of
y o u.”
Her voice fell to the tiniest of whispers. “Of that rune. The thing that haunted my dreams since I was a kit. That still haunts me. ever since I heard what happened to that Shadowmane. I may not have been there, but I heard the stories. And they scared me, they really did.” She took a small, trembling breath. “And when you picked that rune up, and then it hurt that Prince, and then it destroyed the stronghold—"
“Wait, destroyed the—”
“You haven’t realized?” Nyx asked him quietly.
Forest didn’t answer. He didn’t understand. It made no sense.
But it d i d, too.
The two stayed quiet for a few moments. “Guess you’re not planning on losing it anytime soon, huh?” She asked gently, sadly.
Forest exhaled, his thoughts blank for once. “I don’t know.”
“You’ve bonded with it pretty nicely,” Nyx observed.
Forest lowered his head. “…When I first found that rune, I guess I wanted it to… I don’t know, mean something. I thought it would be special, and that that would make… me special.” His voice faltered and he brought one talon up to his face, turning away to hide his expression. He sighed. “buuut it’s not. It’s just another reason that life itself is a curse. Yet here I am, so uh, yeah, I guess you’re right, I have bonded with it well.”
Nyx regarded Forest with her wonderful understanding eyes. about a minute passed, and she asked, “So, when did you find out about this prophecy?”
“Oh,” Forest said, a small smile sliding in. “it’s a funny story, actually.”
“Tell me,” Nyx whispered.
“Nah, I—”
“Tell me!” Nyx stood up and pushed at Forest with her front paws, making him laugh. “Shhh, fine, I’ll tell you,” he said. “it’s started when I found this dodo.”
“A dodo,” Nyx echoed with a side smile, raising one eyebrow.
“A dodo,” Forest repeated, stifling another laugh. “And, uh, I think it was trying to… talk to me?”
“A mystical magical dodo,” Nyx whispered teasingly.
“Yeah,” Forest giggled. “So I followed it… and it led me to this Baryonyx, trapped under some rocks. He was… pretty— pretty loud. I insisted that I help him, he was not so happy about that. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me. ‘No, don’t do this!’ I didn’t understand at the time. and then, when the Baryonyx was finally free, that’s when she came.”
“Peeri,” Nyx said.
“Um, yeah.” Forest answered.
“I always believed in her, you know.” Nyx said. “Everyone had heard of her, but barely anyone believed. Most everyone in the camp thought she was some evil creature, spreading lies and misfortune. I mean, there were even rumors that she was the one who killed the Fire Wyvern Queen all those years ago.”
“The Fire Wyv—” Forest asked—
“It’s a long story,” Nyx said. “Anyway, but I always thought, why would she do that? Why would someone with powers to see the future spend their days killing and manipulating carnivores? No, I knew, she had to be better than that.”
Forest thought about that for a moment. “When Peeri came to me, she seemed, like someone who wanted a better world.” He said. “And when we met, she told me I had to help save Fjordur. I— I couldn’t believe it. She then gave me three names. Rust, Crimson and Spark.”
Nyx blinked. “W—”
“She never told me your name. You were a complete surprise,” Forest said. “Cool huh? How things work out?”
Nyx nodded, looking away. “Right. Cool.”
“What is it?” Forest asked her.
“What? Oh, nothing.” She said. “just thinking.”
“Well, you have a good night then,” Forest said.
Nyx smiled kindly. “You too.” And she padded away.
Riddles of the Phoenixes series
Through the eyes of the Dark phoenixes.
Chapter thirteen: Teeny tiny island.
Elizabeth and Eric sailed quietly until they hit the shore of the island. It was a extra tiny island with one lone tree growing in the middle. There was a hole underneath the tree. “There’s nothing here and nobody here.” Elizabeth said. Suddenly from the hole a bunch of titanomyrma emerged. They looked up at Elizabeth and Eric. “Hello humans! Welcome to Teeny Tiny Island where all your dreams come true!” One squeaked. Whether it was that they were going mad from the heat of the sun or if the titanomyrma had actually spoken, Eric and Elizabeth didn’t know. The titanomyrmas paraded around the humans, singing; “Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island where are your wishes come true! Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island!” Elizabeth bent down and scooped up a little one. “Awww! It’s so cute!” She said. All the titanomyrmas gasped and paused their singing. “Did you just call us cute?!?!?!” One shrieked. They narrowed their beady little black eyes at the humans. Eric chuckled nervously. “Well-um-um-yeah?” Eric said. The titanomyrmas squealed with rage. “GET THEM!!!” One yelled. The titanomyrmas rushed Eric and Elizabeth. “Run!” Eric screamed. Elizabeth hurled the titanomyrma she had been holding away. They rushed into the boat and began paddling as fast as they could away. Some of the titanomyrmas grabbed into the boat but were thrust away as the boat went fully into the water. “You’ll never get away with this!” One squealed from the shore. Elizabeth and Eric exchanged glances. “That was weird. Seriously? Where all your wishes come true?” Elizabeth remarked. “Yeah…more like where all your nightmares come true. I guess Jack isn’t on that island.” Eric said. “Ya think?” Elizabeth retorted. “We’ll just have to check the next island. It’s a lot bigger. And hopefully there’s no talking bugs on it.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
LOL, next chapter coming soon!
-SunnyFox57
I live on a beach and there were mantas everywhere I thought they were passive and tried to pet it it’s brother popped out of nowhere and hit me my itchysauras rushed to try to save me he didn’t make it now I hunt mantas by the dozens I slayed the one that killed him one like for itchy boy
Passive tame? Passive my ass.
They're anything but passive when they come up to you.
And don't forget to set your water mounts to neutral. Lost my Megalodon in less than 24 hours because one sneaked past my behemoth gate and slaughtered him on passive. Rip Zack. I named my megalodon that because I once had a Labrador retriever called Zack who would chomp like a shark when He ate.. [^] to let others know!!!
Found a basilosaurus once being follow by two of these mad little pancakes I accidentally hit the basil and got swarmed by life 50 of the mad pancakes I screamed before they killed me they killed my level 100 meg they are like a swat team for the basil I started crying then my mum walked in and asked why I was crying I explained then she gave me the look
Me, my friend, and my brother were taming a megalodon on ragnarok. Right after we tamed it mantas came and started beating it up. It was able to take out a couple mantas before dying. We were pretty disappointed so we tried to get another shark. We did it and we were actually able to get it close to base but then a swarm of mantas came and killed it. Our turtle, Tuttle, as we called him, tried to come to the rescue. I saw a fire in his eyes that I had never seen before. It charged headfirst onto the fray, but in the end, both tames had died. RIP to all three pets that were lost that day.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 52: Bar Fight
Part 3/3
“Heh, you’re good at this. But, now it’s time for me to show you why they call me BIG JACK!”
Big Jack reached for his shirt and tore it right off his body. His true form was revealed in all of its glory.
“Behold! GIGA JACK!”
Warren looked behind Giga Jack to see Sam slowly walking up to him with a taser. He pointed it at Giga Jack, and after pulling the trigger, two barbs shot out of the barrel and pierced his skin. He let out a yell, before collapsing to the ground, his arms numb.
“Alright buddy, show time’s over,” Sam said, taking her handcuffs out and slapping them on Giga Jack’s wrists. Giga Jack groaned some more, and then Sam pulled him up on his feet. Multiple police officers and paramedics began to rush into the scene. Civilians who had been incapacitated during the bar fight were taken out on stretchers. The scene was being cleared away.
Sam began to glare at Warren, crossing her arms and giving Warren a mean look. She had a bandaid on her face now.
“Why did it take you so long to clear out the situation?” Sam asked, spit flying out her mouth.
“Wha- What do you mean?” Warren gloomily said, his face dropping, “Are you saying you just left after a little while…”
“Uh, yeah, how else would I fix my face up? That damn alcoholic. So, where’s my thanks for saving your butt from ‘Giga Jack’?” Sam said with a playful smirk. Warren gave Sam a soft smile back.
“Thanks, Sam… But you know I saved you first.”
Sam scrunched her face up and turned away.
“Well uh, yeah, I guess, but uhm, that doesn’t matter!” Sam protested, “But, thanks, I guess!”
Sam began to hurriedly walk away.
“Uh, see you later!”
Sam turned around and Warren waved goodbye to her unknowingly. Warren smiled a little bit, but then his smile faded away. He looked at the chaos around him.
“Man, I could've really gone for a drink.”
Warren kicked a stool to the side and walked outside into the fresh city air. The cars weren’t honking as much anymore, and most of the lights in the city were beginning to turn off. Up in the sky, one star seemed to shine brighter than all the others, shining red, blue and green.
It was a pretty nice sight, but Warren had a weird feeling about this star.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 52: Bar Fight
Part 2/3
A guy with a tank top and beer stains all over his blue jeans let out a nasty burp, lunging forward at Warren’s head. Warren dived to the ground, and the weirdo went flying, smashing his head against the floor and letting out a cry of anguish. Warren spotted a broken beer bottle on the ground and snatched it up, his eyes darting around quickly. Three people were rushing at him from all sides, each one carrying a dangerous weapon.
“Take this you fiend!” the one to Warren’s left barked at him. He was carrying a stool and was wearing a green t-shirt and brown cargo pants. He put the stool up in the air and was about to smash Warren overhead, but as he smashed the stool down, Warren shot up into the air and kicked him in the stomach. He dropped the stool as a stream of spit flew out and hit the guy to Warren’s right, who let out a disgusted squeal, flailing his arms around wildly. Warren spun around and smashed the stool into the orange hooded man. The guy in front of him and a face as red as a tomato and wet black hair. Warren headbutted the man’s nose, causing blood to spill out onto the floor.
The three guys collapsed to the floor, leaving Warren slightly breathless. He noticed that most of the crowd was starting to flee the scene. Warren smirked at the sight.
Suddenly someone grabbed at his dress shirt, and Warren turned to see the bum. She let out a growl that sounded like a dinosaur, and began to spout some sort of gibberish at him. Warren squinted his eyes in confusion, pulling away from her. Warren poked at her eyes, and she let out a “YOUCH!” backing off and rubbing her eyes. She bumped her head on the wall, before finally facing her defeat.
Warren looked around the place and realized that the tattooed man had disappeared.
“Didn’t think some muscle monster like him would just flee,” Warren said. Just then, he heard the sound of a gun being reloaded, and footsteps approaching from behind.
“Uhh, Sam?”
No response.
Warren gulped. He could see a large shadow on the ground under the lightbulb creep up behind him.
“He’s right behind me isn’t he.”
“Hands up, bro,” a cruel voice snarled. It sure did sound like a tattooed man. Warren slowly put his hands up.
“Now, what’s your name, bro?”
“Warren. Warren Justice.”
“Warren Justice… Well, bro, I must say you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in you. Now, I need you to walk over there. To that table over there… and don’t even think about running. I went to the shooting range every weekend with my boy.”
Warren slowly walked forward to a table in the middle of the chaos. As he reached it, he heard the clack of a gun hitting the ground. Warren turned around to see that the tattooed man had dropped the gun to the ground. He was cracking his knuckles.
“Pleasure to meet you bro!” the man said, pointing at the ceiling, “Name’s Jack. BIG Jack. And I can sense your undying determination, bro. And your strength. I want to fight you fair and square, right here right now!”
Big Jack sighed, and then looked at Warren with a frown.
“I know your name isn’t really Warren. You fight too well to be a Warren. You MUST have a true name, like me, Big Jack. So tell me now. What’s your true name?”
“No need to drag this out. It’s Warren.”
“NO. That’s not your real name,” Big Jack declared. Warren facepalmed, deciding to play along.
“Fine. You got me. My true name…”
Warren readied into a fighting stance.
“Is The Judge!”
Big Jack let out a big laugh and got into a fighting stance.
“Well, JUDGE! Our battle will be legendary!”
Big Jack let out a battle cry and rushed at Warren. Warren rushed forward as well, and as Big Jack tried to punch at Warren, Warren quickly weaved out of the way. Warren jumped and spun in the air, aiming his legs to kick at Big Jack’s face. Big Jack’s eyes pierced Warren’s, and he grinned. Big Jack instantly turned and grabbed Warren’s leg.
Warren let out a gasp, and Big Jack pulled him forward by the leg and headbutt him right in the chin! Warren let out a groan, but quickly recovered and gave him an elbow to the cheek in retaliation. Big Jack let out a roar of rage, letting go of Warren. Warren backed off, clenching his other fist, he ran up and whacked him right in the face.
POW!
Big Jack let out a yell of shock, as he reached his hand out to rub his jaw.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 52: Bar Fight
Part 1/3
As Warren’s car delved deeper downtown into the clutches of Star City, he saw the sun slowly dipping down over the horizon, casting rays of shades of red and orange all across the sky. Everything blended together like some sort of painting canvas.
It was a particularly busy day in Downtown Star City. Cars were honking at each other, and the roads were absolutely packed. Warren anxiously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, spotting Sam’s police cruiser racing by the traffic. Cars swerved out of the way for the cruiser. Warren sighed.
“Would be pretty nice if I was with her,” Warren said. Warren shook his head in disbelief, “What did I just say?!”
It wasn’t long before they made it to a shabby looking bar. The sign posted on top was buzzing with promises for Happy Hours every Friday from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM. Some of the lights didn’t seem to be working, and as Warren stepped outside his car he could hear the sounds of yelling, profanity, and glass smashing. Sam stepped outside her own car, her boots clacking across the pavement. Warren looked at Sam, who looked back at Warren.
“Quite the bar fight going on here, huh?” Sam said with a tone of sarcasm.
“Yeah. We just going to arrest everyone or what?” Warren said.
“‘We’? Psh, no, I will, but you’re staying back,” Sam answered, pointing over her shoulder.
“What? Why?”
“If harm comes your way, my boss won’t be so happy. And neither will yours, so don’t try anything fishy and just stay behind me.”
Sam reached for her holster and pulled out a handgun. Warren eyed it carefully.
“Hey you sure you’re allowed to use that-”
“I’m not actually going to shoot anyone, don’t worry.”
Warren sighed, and the two stepped into the bar. It reeked of alcohol and must. Despite being in such an exquisite, expensive city, Warren could recognize the smell of cheap, poorly made beer and contaminated wine.
“Someone probably got drunk and started going haywire,” Warren deduced. Broken wooden stools and shrapnel littered the bar, and he could see shards of glass on the ground. Warren reminded himself to watch his step.
But the big attraction was the crowd of people who were going at each other. Some lay unconscious on the ground, others were still brawling with one another. What stools remained were being thrown around, bottles were being smashed on others’ heads, and some just settled with their fists and legs.
One man caught Warren’s eyes though. A big, burly, bald man with big muscles and tattoos seemed to be really kicking everyone’s butts. One rushed at him, and he just slammed his giant fist into their nose, causing them to bounce back and collapse. A rabid homeless woman tried to bite his neck, and after she chomped, he let out a yelp of pain and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her right off and throwing her to the side.
Sam aimed her gun at the fight and screamed at the top of her lungs,
“FREEZE! ALL OF YOU, NOW!”
The crowd all turned to her in dismay and disbelief. The tattooed man was now in the middle of performing an Indian burn to a helpless bartender.
Warren heard loud footsteps approaching them from the back, and he turned around to see a random guy rushing right at them with his fist pinned in the air.
“Sam, watch out!”
Sam whipped around as fast as she could, but the man bounced forward and slammed his fist right into her jaw. Sam let out a cry of pain, firing the gun at the air before dropping it and collapsing to the ground. Warren stared at the man, his eyes boiling with anger.
The man turned to Warren with a smile.
“I saved you! Uh, why do you look so mad-”
Warren moved his arm back, and then afterwards gave him a slap to his face so powerful that his face began to jiggle like jelly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he was launched away, tumbling like a ball to the tattooed man. The tattooed man looked down at the unconscious guy, and then at Warren.
The tattooed man let go of the bartender, and the bartender quickly ran away. The tattooed man pointed a crooked finger at Warren.
“GET HIM!”
“YAGHHHHH!” the crowd shouted as they began to rush at Warren.
Warren grimaced, and took his suit jacket off, throwing it to the floor. He readied his fists, and slammed his boot into the ground. Warren made a dash forward…
Trilobite life chapter 3 ( you can find chapter 1 in the trilobite section and chapter 2 in the leedsicthys section)
Today was a strange day a man, a human male was traveling and found me. I didn’t wanna have beef with him so I turned away very shy. Before I could even react I feel a large force slamming into my back. “W-WHY” I yell out, but they can’t understand us. I swim into the water trying to get away but he swims after me. But suddenly I feel no more pain. Well at least no more additional pain my shell still hurts from that beating but it took me while to notice how far I actually swam I look up and to my shock o see that the human got clapped a megalodon. “That has gotta hurt”, I said while digging into the sand trying to hide from the Meg before she makes me a nice crunchy snack. I begin to rest after being a few feet below the sand... TBC
The Recipe For Your Funeral.
1) Go In The Water.
2) Find A Bunch Of Those Killer Sea Pancakes.
3) Find Two Megalodons.
4) Make A Party With Them.
5) You're Making JAWS But In The Time Of Dinos
After That, You Shouldn't Set Foot On Land Again. If You Do, I Doubt That You Still Have Feet To Touch The Sand With.
"Two Men Go In Water, Only One Man Come Out Of Water."
- Weirdo Shark Hunter In JAWS