So I'm sitting in a bar off the east coast of Africa with the owner who happens to be a German man named Hans. "Hans, I say, that sounds Austrian?".
"You watch to much zee teevee and zee saturday night live, hans is zee fucking german name if you want dinner".
A big burly man slaps down a massive fish on the table, still flopping and gasping for air, "Dinner", he blurts and walks away.
Hans reaches for his pocketknife and starts cutting at the innards.
"Are you going to cook it, der fuhrer?", I ask.
"You got zee fucking lighter", Hans cocks back.
He chunks off pieces of flesh from the now inert fish as the waitress arrives with salt, lemon, and oil.
"So when is zee jet plane leaving?" Hans smirks as he slurps down a piece of poisson.