Remember though, Rad only stocked baramundi in his pond so he'd have another pick-up line at the local Thai bars.

His ringer was "would you like to come to my place and see my baramundi?"

9 out of 10 times, he'd get slapped. But the 10th time was magic.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."