Right, so we finally have gotten off the S.S. Anne, TEN DAYS LATER! I mean seriously, I normally would be fine with a nice cruise, except May would not stop talking! “I’m not a comedian, you can’t keep me here, let me put some pants on (we were going swimming perverts)…” Just became nothing but noise after a while.
Either way, this island looks weird. I don’t like it.
What the hell is that thing?
Cyan Gitors
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