INT. POND - DAY Benjamin Talmadge stands waist deep in the serene pond, his lean and muscular body glistening in the sunlight. His back is straight and his shoulders are firm, a vision of strength and determination. The water ripples around him, caressing his smooth skin. As he gazes out at the water, a mischievous grin crosses his face. He arches his back slightly, feeling a rumble in his stomach. He knows what's coming, and he's prepared. Suddenly, with a loud and comical sound, Ben lets loose a thunderous fart. The water around him bubbles and froths, the stench so potent that a few fish float to the surface, dead from the foul smell. Ben chuckles to himself, reaching down to scoop up a dead fish. BENJAMIN TALMADGE (to himself) Looks like we'll have fish for dinner tonight, boys. He wades out of the pond, the dead fish slung over his shoulder like a trophy. With a confident stride, he heads back to camp, a victorious grin on his face. FADE TO BLACK.