"Look at that swing, what a beautiful shot. A few more like that and they'll save a lot on pond-filling costs." As the small white ball soared high in the air and inevitably plopped into the pond, sending up a splash, Claude, dressed in a casual outfit with a cap, exclaimed loudly.
"Shut up, Crow, or I'll make sure my next shot hits your head." Adrian threatened, waving his golf club.
"If you actually hit me while aiming, I'd be willing to take the hit." Claude laughed heartily in response.
"Damn it... I don't know what you guys are thinking. There are so many ways to have fun, why choose this one? Just to mock me?" Adrian grumbled, sitting down on a chair feeling vexed.
