The scene is set - a dark night, cold wind blowing, campfire flickering,
stars twinkling in the dark sky.

Three crusty fishermen are sitting by the campfire, one from Australia,
one from Seth Efrika and one from New Zulland. Each embroiled in the
bravado for which they are famous.

The night of tales begins...

Kiven the Kiwi says, "I must be the meanest, toughest, fusharman there es.
Why, jist the other day I linded on a bunk and scared a crocodeale, who
came out of the swamp and ate sux min who were standen close by. I grebbed
the crocodeale and wristled him to du ground and killed em with my beer
hends"

Hansie from Seth Efrika who typically can't stand to be bettered said,
"Well you guys, I lended orfter a week in de tinny 200 miles oot,
and a Namibian snike slid out from under a rock and made a move on
me. I grebbed de borsted with me bare hinds and beet it's head off ind then
sucked the poison from it's body down in one gulp. End I'm still here
today"

Bazza the Aussie remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his penis.