Ok so, Thomas is still disturbed by Henry's story from the last episode, so he tries to take his mind off of the sadness by looking for hobbies. And the most peaceful hobby he can think of is fishing, and he completely forgets the fact that engines can't fish because…physics.

But he goes around telling everyone, "Look, if we don't figure out ways to take our minds off the depressing joke that is Henry's life, we'll all spend the rest of our waking life in hell. So, I think we should all pick up some hobbies, something like…I dunno, fishing?"

And they're like, "Dude, just shut the fuck up, and go see a therapist."

"Are there even therapists for trains?"

"No, and I was speaking metaphorically. When I say 'therapist', I mean 'get back on your medicinal weed again'."

So, Thomas takes their advice and tries to make his own drugs, but he needs water and the nearest water tower is empty, so he…goes to the river?

Thomas, seriously, are you feeling ok? I mean, you're on an island with multiple steam engines, which obviously need a lot of water to operate, so you should automatically assume there's more than one water tower to use that won't even be empty. But nooooo, Thomas is too impatient to go to the next water tower, and hauls water out of the river with a bucket.

But since the bucket has holes, he has to store the water in his boiler and carry it all the way back to his drug lab. On their way back, Thomas stops because he feels backed up, and he's puffing out too much steam.

And he's like, "I'm going to burst! I'm going to burst!"(canon dialogue)

And then, all you filthy perverts were suddenly paying very close attention, weren't you? I mean, I won't lie, my mind went to a few dark places when I heard that line, too, and I bet you were all thinking some cleverly-constructed, elaborate, dirty joke about all of Thomas' orifices getting molested by giant cocks.

Oh boy, you're all so proud of yourselves for coming up with those jokes, aren't you? Did ya do some deep Reddit digging just to find some good source material? Good. For. You. You've finally achieved the black belt level of dirty minds, and we're only twelve episodes in.

God help you all.

Aaaanywaaayyy, they pull Thomas over and call over an engine inspector and Sir Fatass. And when they finally arrive, they find out something's blocking the 'feed pipe'.

So, the inspector takes a look and he's like, "Huh, that's…not how I expected my day to start…"

And Sir Top Cat's like, "What's wrong with him?"

"Dude, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Just look for yourself."

So, The Fat Fuck looks and he's like, "Well, slap my ass and call me Judy! You're full of used condoms, rusty needles and solo cups, Thomas!"

And Thomas is like, "What the actual dick-flicking fuck?! How?!"

And his driver's like, "Oh yeeaaahhh, we went fishing in the old, brown river where toxic waste gets dumped. I forgot that place is hazardous. My bad, Bro."

So, they try to fish all the trash out of Thomas' tank, and Sir Fatness…just stands by and tells them how? Dude, I get that you're a busy man and all, but if you know how to fish, then why don't you just do it yourself? One of your best whores' lives is on the line, and you're. Just. Standing there.

Anyway, he's like, "So, Thomas, did you learn anything today?"

But Thomas is too busy having a nervous breakdown from the feeling of used condoms inside him to speak, and he never goes near large and/or dirty bodies of water again.