[He just walked himself right into this trap. Just saw it right there and jumped in. He is the champion, it's him.]

Oh, yeah, obviously. Would my bro put me through seventeen years of bitter ninja training for anything less than the pure distilled essence of being awesome at Fish Scoop, what kind of priorities do you think he had.

[Dave crouches by the pool, as if a closer look will in any way help him figure out how such a weak scoop can handle such a big fish. With horns on.]

Only the best ones, girl. The primest priorities.