"First off - a lion, swimming in the ocean? Lions don't like water! If you'd placed it near a river or some other fresh water source, that would make sense. But you find youself in the ocean - twenty-foot wave? I'm assuming it's off the coast of South Africa - coming up against a full grown, 800-lb tuna, with his twenty or thirty friends? You lose that battle. You lose that battle nine times out of ten. And guess what? You've wandered into a school of tuna, and we now have a taste of lion. We've talked to ourselves, we've communicated and said "You know what? Lion tastes good. Let's go get some more lion." And we've developed a system to establish a beachhead and aggressively hunt you and your family. We will corner your pride, your children, your offspring. We will construct a series of breathing apparatus with kelp. We will be able to trap certain amounts of oxygen. It's not going to be days at a time, but an hour, hour forty-five? No problem. That will give us enough time to figure out where you live, go back to the sea, get more oxygen, and then stalk you. You just lost at your own game. You are out-gunned, and out-manned."
-- Detective Allan Gamble, The Other Guys
That is the most bizarre thing I have read in the last 90 seconds.