As he's climbing out, he notices Dave splashing. Huh, that's... like the last thing he was expecting. Dirk stares, and the sick ink on his shoulder stares with him. He drops back town into the water and makes his way over to where Dave is.
"Judging by your little splashing duckling routine, you wanted my attention? What is it?"
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"Judging by your little splashing duckling routine, you wanted my attention? What is it?"