"Right," Jake replied with a slow nod. "Probably need to go outside the town though to get enough for that. Maybe go hang out on the busy streets of New York and LA. Sign the petition to see a drunk monkey beat two guys at Jeopardy ..." He scritched absently at his nose. "I bet we could find a host," he decided.
"Yeah, they're pretty vicious. You saw that South Park episode right?" His brows lifted before he shifted his weight to spin the stool slightly.
He shrugged. "If you do it right I think you're supposed to cycle it for a week or something. Who do I know that has fishes," he reflected. "I'll ask around, see what I come up with. But I figure things like this are meant to be dumped into a bowl of water and left to die," he sighed.
As a couple more people joined, it looked like they were about to start, so he grinned a little as he picked up his gun and aimed it at the target.