"'Can's' not the same as 'am gonna'," Jo noted. "How about you work out a way to roll those big fuckers down here, and Evan and I will drag them out into the water together. He's got some buoyancy shit figured out... and you know what, before long we'll have fish lured in here and meat in our guts! Finally!"
((leaving an open slot for them to chatter more if you need, otherwise assume back to work!))