Outside the surf shop, an agitated Butchie is still fuming over his argument with Kai and trying to get his mitts on his cell phone. John is doing his "some things I know, and some things I don't" act, so he's of very little help. His magic pocket, on the other hand, is very helpful, since Butchie reaches in it and pulls out a phone. Time for a phone call to Mitch to have it out about this whole Shaun-entering-the-world-of-competitive-surfing thing -- I'm sure the discussion will be measured and temperate. "Congratulation on being a fucking gutless cunt," Butchie screams when Mitch answers the phone. Or not. Surprisingly, Mitch is able to immediately determine who is calling him, even without the assistance of Caller ID. Anyhow, allow me to summarize their conversation, only with the cuss words removed. A few more profanities, and I think my copy of Microsoft Word will shut down in self-defense.