That's called being royally P.O.'ed about being yanked from your living room by a sharp object stuck in your upper lip. That bull 'gill is basically saying, "Buddy, if you ever set foot in that pond your a-- is mine."
He was completely pale by the time I got him to the second pond for release there, 5 minutes or so. ("I'm never gonna see a good looking female ever again. ")
"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever." -S. M. Stirling
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