In which fielding rules are determined by level of personal moisture
There’s an old tennis ball over here.
I wasn’t ready.
Are you looking?
Snort, giggle, snort.
You can get that one, it’s coming your way.
No it’s not. And you are wet already.
Look out …
I was pulling my trousers up.
I’ll get it, I’ve got shoes …
Thank you …
Splrgh flrgh pfft.
Just have a bit of a spit and get on.
Snort, giggle, snigger.
Yep, got it … no, it’s going to you.
In case you hadn’t noticed this is where it gets deep.
Well take them off then…
Sorry, losing my aim.
You mean you’re being annoying accidentally as well as on purpose?