You hear the distant splish-splash, which quickly escalates to a crescendo; a crash. Moments later, you could hear the sizzle. A sizzle that precedes another crescendo.
You take shelter from the same fuck that gave us life under a flurry of colors; blue, red, yellow that seldomly produced a little creak or grunt to resist the hot wind.
You look around. A mat riddled with stripes and horrible, twisted patterns you see on the bus seats. A petite but sturdy wooden basket with all your favorite go-to foods.
Admiring how fucking fortunate you are to be here, you stretch your legs to get your healthy intake of Vitamin D. You gently lower your feet to the white, soft ground. With your little fat toes, you trace them along the ground to get a feel of how hot it is. You make a decision.
Cautiously, you sink your feet into it, followed by the legs. The warm sensation that gradually envelopes-
"Fuck is this? Some children writing? Do it again!"
You sigh.
You try again.
…
Gushes of water are audible. This relapses approximately every four seconds.
A male individual is positioned under a beach umbrella on a colored mat, with his limbs outstretched.
A wooden basket is seen, containing several perishable consumable items.
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"Doctor Grungus! Screaming won't help you!"
"Doctor Grungus!"
"Doctor Grungus!"
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"Doctor Grungus?"
My eyes flutter open.
A tut.
"Christ, look at the mess."
A shuffle, followed by a loud rattle.
I feel the warmth of the
Fuck it's hot.
I groan in open defiance, and wave to her to close the curtains. She sighs.
"Wake the fuck up, samurai. You've got an unfinished report to complete."
"Oh come on, Luce. Can't you give the old man a break?"
"T- that's the third time you said this week. And no. Dave's the oldest around here. …or, the Administrator? I don't know. Anyways, he's on the IV drip, you're not. So until you're strapped to the hospital bed or eaten up by sharks, you'd better wake up."
"Fine. Fine."






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