-Who are you? -I'm Old Gregg. Pleased to meet you. -What do you want? -Maybe I should ask you the same question.What you doing in my waters? -Just taking the air, you know. Not fishing. -Well, then how come this hook's in my head, fool? -It's nothing to do with me, sir. -It's attached to your rod, mother licker. -Don't kill me, I've got so much to give. -Easy now, fuzzy little man peach. You ever drunk Baileys from a shell? -What? -Do you want to come to a club where people wee on each other? -No. -I'm going to hurt you. -Excuse me? -I like you. What do you think of me? -I don't rightly know, sir. -Make an assessment. -I think you're a nice, modern gentleman. -Don't lie to me, boy. -I'm not lying. -I know what you're thinking."Here comes Old Gregg, he's a scaly man-fish". You don't know me. You don't know what I got.I got something to show you. You know what that is? That's Old Gregg's vagina. I got a mangina. I'm Old Gregg!