"you son of a BITCH!" tom exclaims, followed quickly by: "you bastard." and then some evil sort of cackle.
today at work there was this giant splake that weighed twelve pounds without its guts- so we're talking about a fourteen to sixteen pound fish when it was still alive. andy dropped it, tom dropped and then it slid out of the bucket when i picked it.
i have a feeling that maybe the spirit of the splake was perhaps a bit upset at being dead and all and was trying to escape.
sadly, he has already been consumed.