Stormy; You AF pigs will teach me how to catch the Great White.. and I borrow your hat too Recondo.
Recondo; Not likely cobber, go ask that Boss Hogg bloke, I hear he's more charitable.
Beachhead; See, you dangle it over the side like this, Bro. No, no, beer goes in the other hand.... jeez wayne. Can't teach you Ninja's sh*t.
Stormy; I think you guys take the piss, I'm off at the next beach to conquer Victoria for the Baron.
Recondo; Piss off then, mate.
Beachhead; Hoki atu, hoki atu, always carrying on about your cousin that conquered Queensland and New South Wales. My cousin Rangi does that sh*t all the time. They can't even play Rugby properly.
Stormy; At last I am rid of those absurd bastards. Now to show these guys whose boss. What is that smell, and the noise? Bushfires? Best investigate. What are those pesky Kids doing?
Stormy; ohh that damned chopper again. All that smoke? Why bother with this place, it won't stop burning down. Back to the beach, I'll take that instead.
Stormy; I claim you insolent seagulls in the name of the Baron, yes you. LISTEN TO ME GODDAMMIT. This beach and everyone on it is now property of the Baron....... ah sh*t. Where was that beer? She'll be right mate. Baz, will get over it. Oi, you Sheila, get me some of that crap you call Beer.... and put some water over that Tee shirt.
Stormy settles in quietly for a quiet one, then another, then another and realises its only Thursday.
Stormy; I'm turning.... Australian...Nooooooooooo.
Not killed anyone yet, too busy staying out of the way of bush fires. He'll be living the Aussie lifestyle in no time.