I shifted uncomfortably and stared down at the weird silvery swordfish in my lap. Or maybe it was a marlin. Anyway, I was about to ask if it was okay to set it down, when the fisherman continued his thought.
"But that was way too much pressure. So I really applied myself and worked very hard to fix that, and of course, as mentioned by previous parameters, I was able to do so. Now if something goes wrong, it's not your fault and it's not because you didn't try hard enough. The odds are just stacked against you. So, you know, you can tell your generation that I say You're Welcome."
"When was this, exactly, that you did that?"
"'bout two years ago," the fisherman replied, and then he summoned guards and had me ejected from the dock.