NOAH IS ON AN ARC THAT IS SINKING AT A 30 DEGREE ANGLE WITH WATER UP TO HIS THIGHS, AND ONLY THE DUCKS LOOKING COMFORTABLE.
HIS WIFE IS STARING AT HIM WITH THINLY VEILED CONETEMPT AND ANGER:
Naamah: Noah you bloody idiot, how many times did I warn you?
Noah: Ok fair enough love, in hindsight, even though I swore I wouldn't leave any animals behind, I perhaps should have made an exception with the Woodworms