I went to the Snook Nook and I said "Ill take a dozen shrimp, please." The man looks me in the eye, and says, "That comes to tree fitty." At that time I realized it wasnt no bait clerk at all. That baitmaster was a 6 story creature from the paleolithic era. It was that G*d dammed Loch Ness Monster come on back asking me for tree fitty.
