Well I'm not planning on going spear-crazy right now, [Jo exclaims. She casts a half-glance out to the weir, still unfinished, and then gives the child a face worthy of a peer rather than an adult.] What do you think I am, some kind of super-human or something? I'll take those spears and use them and then when we're good enough to actually catch the little bas--s, [she very neatly recovers from that near swear,] then I'll hit you up. Anyway, we're probably gonna cook the first dozen of them right off the bat, fry them up against bug-butts and cram them in our faces. I'm thinking long haul, here.