Priya leaves the spa to go to the diary room.
Travis: I say, Ryan old chap, what a pleasant night.
Ryan: It is old boy! Fancy a bit of fly hunting?
Travis: What a smashing idea! But how can we see the flies in the dark?
Ryan: You see, we don't. That's what makes it so fun!
Travis: Well I can't wait.
Ryan and Travis meet outside after they have changed into their fly hunting gear. The start to hunt and kill flies.
Travis: What jolly fun!
Ryan: I'll say. But i'm having trouble with this little blighter. He just won't stay still for long enough.
Travis: Do you need any help, old boy?
Ryan: No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you.
Ryan is just inches away from killing the fly when a small voice, like that of a human comes from the fly.
Fly: Please don't hurt me sir. I've got a wife and kids to feed I have. I'm just just a lowly worker, that's all I am.
Ryan: That may be so, but I am fly hunting, and you will be hunted! For queen and country.
Fly: But, Sir, why do you need to hunt me.
Ryan: Because...well I don't really know to be honest.
Fly: Maybe you hunt for fun?
Ryan: Fun? What's that? Is that something I could hunt?
Fly: Ummm, no. Anyway, I better be going. My daughter is about to perform in the circus.
Travis walks over to where Ryan and the fly are standing.
Travis: What's the problem?
Ryan: This confounded fly won't let me hunt him!
Travis: Hello Mr Fly, have you got a proper name?
Fly: Yes, Sir, my name is Frederick Flyus.
Travis: Pleased to meet you, Frederick, my name is Travis.
Frederick: Ahhhhh, yes, Travis, named after the Roman God Travidio.
Ryan: I don't think that's right.
Frederick: I have a degree in history.
Ryan: I don't believe you.
Frederick: You don't? Well that's too bad.
Suddenly Frederick the fly flies off.