Hey, Brio, why you make it so hard?

Eh? This ain't hard.

This be child's play.

I'm rockin' with the tide.

(ugh!)

(Aaa!)

(Splash-a-gacken-snort!)

Err-ahh-err...
No, that weren't my fault.

That were just the tide

Doing a noontime switcheroo

On my trajectory.

Shur, Brio, shur.