Now, the heavy hammer of metaphors and semi-nudity takes a welcome swing at us as Burton pursues his prey. His shorts ripple in their sheer, non-metaphorical way while he goes after and successfully snags a stingray. (There's pretty much an unequivocal essentially-naked ass shot along here, if you're into that kind of thing. Which, as you know, I am.) So Burton is a successful predator...DO YOU GET IT? Back on the beach, he removes the ray from the spear while it's still alive, and he gives it a couple of stabs with his knife. As he does, he seems to jump a little. "These things don't have electric...stuff in them, do they?" he asks. Oh, Burton. I'd love to see your electric stuff. Um, sorry. Anyway, Ryan-O assures him that the rays are not wired. For some reason, the fact that Ryan-O answered this question and is an apprentice electrician made me laugh. Because logically, if you want to know whether a fish is electrical, you'd ask an electrician. If you wanted to know if it was tasty, you'd ask a chef, wouldn't you? At any rate, a nervous Burton asks if Ryan-O is sure about this answer, but just then Rupert comes over to help out or kibitz or whatever will make him look important. Burton encourages Rupert to stick his finger under the stingray's skin. Rupert does so, and then jumps back. "Wow!" he says. Apparently, this is indeed a shocking stingray. In an interview, Burton describes it as "a pretty good charge" that the thing was giving off. They go a few rounds of "Wow, that really hurts -- hey, now you stick your finger in it!," kind of like the old Saturday Night Live sketch where they keep tasting the bad milk, going, "This tastes terrible -- here, try it!"

The stingray, however, is apparently not successful in actually using this fascinating defense mechanism to save itself, because the next time we see it, it's roasting on the grill. Lill, followed by an echoing Rupert, describes the meat as "shockingly good." Har. Har. "It's a high-voltage meal," Rupert says, apparently not really understanding puns, which is...I mean, puns just aren't that hard. No one ever refers to food as "high-voltage," even figuratively, so that "joke" makes absolutely no sense. And it's sad, because it's not like he didn't have options. Coulda said the meal made him feel powerful. Could have said the stingray was being provided free of charge. Could have said he'd always heard that stingrays were the joules of the sea. (Okay, no one would have gotten that.) Could have said he just wanted them to eat the fish and not give him any static. Could have said the fishing must have been a great outlet for Burton's pent-up energy (DOUBLE POINTS!) Instead, he went with "high-voltage meal." Sigh. Anyway, Tijuana wisely doesn't try to get cute, and just describes the food as "very good." She knows she's not a wit. In an interview, she praises the availability of food at Camp Drake. There is some more expository material about all the fishing that goes on at Drake, while pirate tootling keeps it up in the background. I can barely fend off the urge to dance a hornpipe. Arrrrrr!