Another long look at his fishy friend, (... .... ...>O.O<) and he addresses it himself.
"...You don't know Tackle, do you--"
WHUMPH!
"OOF!"
The single word seems to launch the large catfish against him all on its own, and he and the magikarp wind up in a scaly, carp-scented heap on the floor. From the looks of things, the Magikarp is just as confused as Dib is, but it's evidence to the affirmative anyway.
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"...You don't know Tackle, do you--"
WHUMPH!
"OOF!"
The single word seems to launch the large catfish against him all on its own, and he and the magikarp wind up in a scaly, carp-scented heap on the floor. From the looks of things, the Magikarp is just as confused as Dib is, but it's evidence to the affirmative anyway.