I was born a warrior and a winner.

This stick is garbage!

[Good morning, Routians! Or not-so-good morning, judging by the angry nose pushed into the camera view of the 'gear. Yep, Snotlout doesn't seem to have figured out this dumb thing completely, just yet... He's supposed to try to transfer his face through it when using this function, right?]

Look, the pointy thing? It's supposed to be bigger and go on the end of the stick, not on some useless string! And the stick part? It's gotta be thicker! How do any of you survive if this is what you've got to fish with? I've probably broken eight of the stupid things already.

[He's supposed to be making money, here! Because for some reason you all won't let him ~trade~ his useless junk treasures away for stuff. Letting out a loud huff that manages to fog up the screen even if he's turning away, the viking instead glowers at the other fishermen on the boat. Who appear to be doing just fine, though they seem far more chilly than their young, angry companion despite the fact that it's snowing and he's lacking a winter coat.]

Never mind spears. Gimme a net and my dragon, and I bet I could fish everything up in ten seconds. Probably even five.