FADE IN: EXT. POND - DAY The camera pans over a tranquil pond surrounded by lush green trees. In the center of the pond stands BENJAMIN TALMADGE, waist deep in the water, completely naked. The sunlight glistens off his fair skin and water droplets. Benjamin arches his back, his muscles flexing as he lets out a loud, rumbling fart. The water around him begins to bubble as the foul odor spreads through the air. Several fish nearby float to the surface, dead from the toxic gas. Benjamin grins mischievously as he wades over to one of the dead fish and scoops it up in his hand. He inspects it with a satisfied nod, clearly pleased with his catch for dinner. BENJAMIN TALMADGE (to himself) Looks like we're having fish tonight, boys! He wades back to shore, the camera lingering on his bare buttocks as he walks away, the dead fish swinging in his hand. The scene fades to black as he disappears into the trees, leaving a trail of fart bubbles in his wake. FADE OUT.