Utterly Mad

"You approach the man who's fishing. On closer inspection, you can see an old man, hunched over next to the lake with a peaceful expression in his faded blue eyes. He has a short, grey-ish beard accompanied by a few twirls of grey hair coming from under his olive boonie hat. His build is a little chubby, and as you speak, he jumps a little in place, whirling his head around to look at you. You notice he's wearing the same white cotton shirt + trousers you are.

Upon recognizing that you were a human, his expression goes from concern to a casual smile, and the old man re-casts his line.

"Well hey there. Didn't know there was more of us out here." He begins, watching his line carefully. "The fishin'? Haven't caught anything yet... but I've been gettin' some bites!" He continues enthusiastically.

"Look at me bein' so rude. Haven't even introduced myself. I couldn't really remember who I am... but a few people I stay with call me 'Hook'. At least I know I sure loved fishin'. Couldn't stop thinkin' about makin' a rod since I woke up." Hook chuckles. He seemed to be a kind old man; his voice slow and wise."

"Well, greetings, Hook. To be honest i can't remember nothing either." Taking a glance at the pointy rock in his hand and hides it. "Call me Rock. Because, i don't know. There are a lot or rocks around here."

"Need any help?"

((Sorry for being unorignial af.))