HOOK

While Izuku sat in his cell, a fishing hook dropped through the ceiling. Izuku examined the pointy piece of metal. He bit down and got pulled up.

A lone fishing boat drifted across the ocean. Two men, skin tanned from unhealthy quantities of sunlight, sat in swivel chairs with fishing poles at their sides.

"Jim, just give it up," Bob said as he stared morosely at the ocean waves lapping against the boat.

"Never! I just know we'll get the catch of a lifetime out here!"

"We've been at this for days."

"It's fishing! You just need to be patient."

"There's nothing out here! Don't you know anything about marine biology?"

"I know that the bigger the pond, the bigger the fish. And brother, ain't no bigger pond than the Marianas Trench."

"Whatever. Can we at least sail somewhere with better cell reception? I'm not getting a single - actually, I have five bars. And twenty texts from your girlfriend."

"Eh, she can wait."

The bobber on the water vanished. Jim's fishing rod bent nearly double as the line went taut.

"Hah! Here it is! Time to catch the biggest one!"

Jim hauled on the fishing line and reeled for all he was worth. As he grappled with his prize, the back end of the boat plunged into the ocean.

"Jim! We're gonna capsize!"

"Then help me, you idiot!"

Rolling his eyes, Bob grabbed the pole. The ships' deck was nearly level with the water when, with one final herculean pull, the two men pulled their catch onto the boat.

Izuku Midoriya flopped around, leaving dents on the deck. "Hello strangers! I am a fish." He pulled the hook out of his mouth and chomped on the pointy end. "This metal is very tasty. Stainless steel, with some fascinating impurities. Is that iridium I taste?"

"Hey!" Jim shouted. "That's my fishing hook!"

"Yes. I bit on it. Is that not what fish are supposed to do?"

"He's got you there," Bob pointed out.

"I - but - you're not a fish!"

"I am. Did you not hear me when I said I was a fish? I could prescribe multiple amputations to correct your ear and/or brain cancer causing hearing deficiencies."

"Fine! I want a different fish."

"A different fish? Understood." Izuku spun in a circle. "I detect no multicellular marine lifeforms within fifty miles of this ship. Would you like me to expand my search radius?"

"Hah!" Bob shouted. "Told you."

A fishing hook leapt out of the waves. Izuku took a bite, and the line pulled him off the boat, capsizing it in the process.

Bob glared at Jim as they treaded water next to their overturned boat. He took out his phone and tried to call for help, only to find that their cell service had disappeared.

David and Sam both pulled on a fishing rod. Izuku plopped through the ceiling and landed back in his cell.

"See," David said, "I told you it would work."

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Alternate version:

JIM: I got a big one!

BOB: did you just pull an entire city out of the ocean?