Sucker
As in:
And actually it wasn’t true at all. Solomon had artfully imagined the whole thing about the giant, large mouth bass that he, writing in first person, had cleverly talked out of eating him.
His first line of reasoning, he’d written, was that it would be heartless and merciless of the fish to eat another creature. But this only bought some time because the bass started laughing, nearly hysterically.
“Solly is it?” the bass asked, after he steadied himself. “Solly I’m a large mouth bass, not a sucker.”
“Yes,” Solomon replied, “but I’m not your ordinary pond frog either.”
“Granted,” said the fish, “but what should I care?”
“My mom was a dendrobates pumilio.”
“What’s that?” the fish asked.
“Otherwise known as a poison dart frog,” Solomon replied, or wrote that he replied. “So I’m really nothing like chicken and nothing like frog. Even the tiniest bite of me and you’ll be flat on your large mouthed bass ass.”
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