“Oh shi…” he murmured in terror.
“What is it, Chanandaler?” asked the other man, placing a toothpick in his mouth. The Gyarados also looked down.
"Stop calling me that and just look, Joey, you idiot!" the guy whispered harshly.
The man named Joey looked carefully at the boat. His mouth gaped and his toothpick fell out of his mouth.
The other man looked at him. “… You don’t know what I’m looking at, do you?”
“Not a clue,” he said, putting another toothpick in his mouth.
“LOOK… ON… THE… BOAT…” he said, becoming more and more nervous.
Joey looked on the boat carefully this time and his jaw hung open with his second toothpick dropping out of his mouth.
“Oh, sweet merciful crap,” exclaimed Joey. “Okay, nothing to see here! Move along!” he said to the boat occupants. “This was all just a joke! This never happened! You saw nothing! We are just figments of your collective imaginations!”
The Gyarados rubbed his face with his tail fin in embarrassment. The two men quickly turned around on their jet skis and sped off, followed by their massive pokemon.
The man who was poorly nicknamed ‘Chanadaler’ hit Joey on the back of the head. “You idiot! If he finds out about this we are in such deep sh*t! This was your dumb idea!”
“Relax, they think we’re figments of their collective imaginations!”
Back on the boat, everyone was looking at each other confused.
“Well, that was weird,” said a bewildered Jeff.