Defeat your foe. Undertow. Undertow. Beware the under. Tow.
“I, former Navy SEAL,” said Benjamin Smith, handsome as all outdoors with one elbow held high like a perch, “give you this gift of your forefathers.”
Apparently, Benjamin had been working with the tribes. Or possibly rural Sacramento farmers.
“Hah-hah. Hah hah hah!”
Then flew off.