Following a rather interesting dive into some remote "divin' hole" spring somewhere in Florida
[Mise en scene: No less than Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har catching breath after quite the dive into said spring, the sort a certain Wally Gator would prefer guiding you to--and into. We find them sitting on an ur-dock just offshore of said spring....]
HARDY HAR-HAR: I just have to confess for a moment, Lippy, that as we reached the bottom of the spring, I couldn't help but notice something funny between my legs, perhaps from the very sensation of the experience ... and I couldn't help but play with it out of my own sheer, if dumb, curiosity!
LIPPY THE LION, putting a brave spin on things: I acknowledge, Hardy, it happens to the best of us while diving, and it's nothing to be ashamed of or even fear, for that matter. On the contrary, sometimes just "letting go" can't help but feel magical in those realms of Inner Space!
HARDY HAR-HAR: Now you're telling me, Lippy ... I actually let go some whitish stuff into the water--
LIPPY THE LION: That, Hardy, was semen you wound up releasing into the water. It's bound to happen to many of us when we're diving ... in fact, such may reflect where you're getting your jollies, so to speak, from diving!
HARDY HAR-HAR: And I have to admit that, for an otherwise frustrated and myopic hyaena like me--
LIPPY THE LION: Don't be afraid to spill it out, Hardy.
HARDY HAR-HAR: --it actually felt amazing!
LIPPY THE LION: I could actually tell by the slight smile you displayed there as you climaxed ... such, come to think of it, is what they call "aquaphilia."
HARDY HAR-HAR, dumbfounded: Aqua-what?
LIPPY THE LION: Aquaphilia, Hardy--getting your jollies out of diving underwater, or otherwise fantasising about same!
[Along comeds no less than--]
WALLY GATOR, who couldn't help but observe: Now I've heard everything ... but the notion of getting aroused just by diving underwater doesn't quite surprise this alligator, don't you know?!
