Emphasis on "foggy."
"Okay, Herman. I hate these team-building exercises as much as you, but the sooner we build this dumb bridge, the sooner we get to go home and forget this weekend ever happened. I’ve got the schematics here. You picked up the materials, right?"
"Uh. I hate to say it, Frank, but I think I misunderstood the directions."
"What do you mean?"
"The only 'materials' I’ve brought today are some bottles of Foggy Bridge wine."
"Wow, Herman. That’s a huge misunderstanding, yes. Frankly, if we weren’t currently engrossed in our circumstances, I’m sure it might be slightly amusing, but as it is, I have to say, I’m a little frustrated right now."
"Whoa, Frank. Relax. Here, let's have a glass of this wine, calm down a bit, and assess the situation."
"That’s an excellent idea."
4 hours later
"...and, dude, we could build a bridge out of stuff ‘round here, right, Hermam? I mean, who says WE have to adhere to THEIR rules anyway? Anything could be a bridge. THIS stick here? Brrridge. THIS ROCK? Bridge."
"Fronk, you’re a, you, genius, man. I - I just - you’re my best friend."