But after shouting it a couple of times, he felt the chant lacked punch...
He still thought "motherfucker, motherfucker" rolled off the tongue better.
Sure enough, old habits died hard. He was just suited to being a vulgar man!
Both of them had been working until their arms were going weak, but after learning from each other and incorporating each other's vocabulary, they found their second wind.
Grunting away, they worked with even more vigor.
With no baskets left to fill, Ye Yaodong let himself go. He scooped them up and flung them straight onto the boat, no longer bothering to tip them out properly.
They landed wherever they landed. The boat was so big that he could throw with his eyes closed. They would have to pick everything up anyway, so he did whatever was easiest.
Seeing him let loose, Eldest Maternal Cousin followed suit, scooping them up and flinging them anywhere on the boat.
Suddenly, the two of them were playing around, no longer as serious about scooping as they had been at first. It was nearly over anyway, and ink splattered everywhere.
Ye Yaodong thought it was hard to learn good habits, but far too easy to learn bad ones!
Just look. His eldest maternal cousin had originally been such an honest, straightforward man. Look at him now, copying everything he did!
This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.
With their last reserves of strength, they scooped up the last squid drifting past, then tossed their hand nets onto the boat. They slumped over the gunwale like dead dogs, panting, their arms hanging limply over it as though they no longer worked.
Still catching his breath, Ye Yaodong looked out over the sea. Only a few scattered squid floated ahead now, while far off in another