Trinity stands in the water in the middle of a large oil slick, reflecting all colors of the spectrum, which formed only minutes of being thrown in. They were all very lucky that the fire passed by so quickly and didn't linger long enough to ignite the oil.
Hearing Lucky Irish Tom whispering to Slim, he perks up: "Didja say sumpin' 'bout a jug?"
As he gets out of the water it becomes apparent that not enough soap was used as his odor was only magnified, much like a dog when dampened. Only this was not the odor of a wet dog... it was a wet Trinity. He walks over to the tree and as he nears, the bees leave in a flurry of angry buzzing.
Trinity rummages around and removes his hand, sticky with honey, and shouts: "They ain' no jug in here!"