Poe's pretty sure that normal fishing routines don't involve injury to your face, but he's also not entirely sure that he understands why. "I don't think so," he admits, with a frown on his face, his brow furrowed as he rubs his chin, wondering if his dignity or his chin hurts more. Even though it sounds completely wild in his head, he thinks there's a chain of events here.

"Would you believe me if I said that I think a tiny green bug is trying to make a fool of me?" he attempts, wondering whether this place has a loony-bin that he's about to discover.