[Dunking on besties is basically the definition of bestiehood. With a brilliant grin, Mista gives . . . well, a single fingergun this time, because he's still trying to untangle this mess. The point is, he's made a note of the fact that sometimes Akira is a dumbass and he is to call attention to it if necessary.]

Some fish are poisonous, though.

[Like, just saying. Dr. Seuss doesn't know everything!! He definitely doesn't know as much as Mista does. Dr. Mista.]

[There's a pause and a hissed swear as he gets a finger caught in a loop of line, somehow, almost cutting off his circulation before yanking himself free. Sucking on his finger, he frowns sharply, focusing on what Ryuji's got to say.]

. . . You don't fuck around with nature. Especially not if nature's got sandworms, but I mean — even without all that, deserts are dangerous. So I think you're on to something. Reduce the amount of work they gotta do, the amount of danger they're exposed to, make everyone's lives easier . . .

Nothing's gonna make what happened there okay. Nothing's gonna make all that destruction better. But if we can make the future less difficult and dangerous, I gotta believe that's something. So let's catch some strong fish and dump them in the desert to make a ton of strong fish babies for a bunch of foxes to eat.

[He holds out the now-more-or-less-untangled fishing rod triumphantly. Shonen music swells.]