Naaaaaaaaaaaaah, a pond? I'd'a never guessed. Even if honestly it was supposed to be the Congo, last I checked. [once he notices that Pickles has calmed down, he lets him go and rolls off onto the grass]

See? I'm not trying to take over your pond and eat all your fish, I was just thrown in by despicable nasty horrible native-framing poachers. We cool?

[Pickles flops down on the bank. good god, why do all the crazy people keep landing in his pond]

Alllllllrightythen.