Gilligan laughed with the others, but he wasn't laughing on the inside. No. He stood there, pretending to be happy by the fact that a man snapped and was sent to a mental institution because of him. Skipper, Professor, and Mr. Howell were all cracking jokes about it. Granted, Jonathan Kinkaid did deserve to be locked up, and Gilligan had no problem with that. He was upset because once again, his supposed friends were laughing at him, saying that only he could drive someone crazy enough to be locked away. It had been one whole month since the Kinkaid incident, and Gilligan still woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares. It had been a very scary ordeal, and he had almost lost his life, and all his friends could do was laugh. Finally, Gilligan lost his cool, and let out all the frustrations that had been building up inside of him for years.

"THAT'S ENOUGH, ALL RIGHT?"

Skipper, Professor, and Mr. Howell stopped laughing immediately.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU? DO I MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU GUYS AT ALL?"

Skipper looked confused. "Little buddy, what are you talking about?"

Gilligan took a deep breath to calm himself. He had to get this off his chest. He had been stranded on this island for three years with these people, and he loved them dearly, but sometimes they could be pretty insensitive.

"I just... What I went through last month was one of the scariest things I've ever had to go through. I almost died! I still have nightmares about it. Whenever I try to talk to you, Skipper, you always say you're too busy. I'm supposed to be your best friend! All you guys do is laugh at me and use me as your sacrificial lamb."

At this, Skipper, Professor, and Mr. Howell's jaws all dropped. Where in the world did that come from?

"Gilligan, I can assure you, we didn't-"

"Professor, please let me say what I need to."

Professor nodded his head and let Gilligan continue.

"I mean, look at the facts. Remember when you made me get into that missile to disconnect the wires? Professor, you could have easily fit in there. I would have done it, anyway, but there was enough room for someone else. Or when that big Native girl wanted to marry me, and I didn't want to, and you guys were going to force me to marry a woman I didn't love? What would have happened when we got to the other island for the ceremony? Would you have just left me in an unhappy marriage on that island, while the rest of you got to return to civilization? Or how about when they held me up against a tree and threw knives at me, and you just stood there, and didn't try to help me? Or the time when we were trying to figure out who killed Randolph Blake? Skipper, why couldn't you have pretended to be Randolph? Why did I have to do it? Or when you made me search the lagoon over and over again for those phone cables, even though they would have gotten ruined otherwise? How about when you were all sitting at the table and I heard you all say nothing but bad things about me? And now this. I've had enough!"

With that, Gilligan stormed out of the hut and walked down to the lagoon to sit and think things over. He felt bad about snapping at all of them, but he had kept all of this bundled up for a long time, and it needed to be released, or he would go crazy! Gilligan had been bullied in school by people he had thought were his friends, and the same thing was happening to him on the island! Gilligan was beginning to feel like he couldn't trust anybody, and it hurt. Skipper had told Gilligan that he would always have his back and watch out for him, no matter what. Gilligan began to cry. Real hard sobs. He needed to get all of this anger and hurt out. It sure felt good letting it all go. He didn't care if the others would be sore at him. Not anymore. Gilligan was through trying to please everybody all the time.

Meanwhile, back at the communal table, Skipper, Professor, and Mr. Howell had told the women what Gilligan had said before storming off. As was expected, they pulled out their handkerchiefs and started to cry for the first mate.

"Poor Gilligan, I had no idea he felt this way," Ginger said.

"Me neither," Mary Ann put in.

"I should have been nicer to him," said Mrs. Howell.

"We all should have," said Mr. Howell, putting a comforting arm around his wife.

The Professor set quietly, trying to think of what they could do to make it up to the first mate. Not a party, but something that would prove to Gilligan how much they love him. He came up with a solution.

"Gilligan is probably down by the lagoon. I say one by one, we all go down there and tell him how much he really means to us."

The others all agreed to this, and started talking about what order they would go in.