Chapter Twenty-Three: A Hairy Situation
Jessica looked around the ship in amazement. It was quite the technological marvel. Best of all, she knew that it had been made in Junon for the inside was wonderfully decorated with rainbow dots of perfection.
She then saw a sight that filled her with great horror. "What are you doing?" she screamed. Florence was painting over the polka-dots!
"These polka-dots are so ugly. Besides, I think they're making Muffie sick." Florence motioned over to Muffie who was doubled over in the corner, moaning about her aching stomach.
Jessica began to gasp and shout in half-words, writhing her arms about in agony. Jim then began to drag her away. "How about I take you to the cockpit?"
"Spoony airship! How in the smootin' marmoset filled spoonies are you supposed to fly this thing?" Chazzy shouted angrily as he pulled levers. The airship shuddered violently. A number of men in bright orange vests ran over to him, trying to get him to stop, but he refused. "I can fly this spoony can of smootin' sprockets! It just takes a little getting used to."
"So where did you get the airship?" Jessica inquired, calming down a bit after the polka-dot affair.
"We uh, 'borrowed' it from Gengai," Kevinda replied with a chuckle.
"We're going to call it the Bluntson Flyer 3084!" Chazar exclaimed proudly.
"Uh, Chazzy, I thought we agreed on the Smithmobile," Harry pointed out.
"Smifmob'le? Whut in tarnation're yo' talkin' 'bout? This hyar ain't no car. We's callin' it th' AirZiggy! Yeehaw!" cried Ziggy.
There now seemed to be an argument over what the airship was going to be called amongst the people who were flying in it.
Jim then decided to speak up, "Wait a minute! Now I have the perfect name, and if you don't all agree, then I'm going to take off my hat." He smiled slyly, as there was a look of horror upon the faces of everyone present. "Very good. We're calling it the Hairwind!"
The great ship soared across the sky, speeding past the places they once visited. It seemed like an eternity since their journey began. The Hairwind's soaring was somewhat sporadic, though. It shot up, then sped down towards the ground. It flew around in a circle one way, then another, and narrowly avoided smashing into a stretch of mountains.
"Woa! Chazzy! What are you doing?" Jessica exclaimed as the airship tumbled this way and that, throwing everyone around.
"It's these spoony controls! It's like they were made for a smootin' marmoset or something!"
A man in one of the bright orange vests quickly shoved him out of the way. "I have been trained to fly this ship, so get out of my way and let a professional handle it!"
"Why you spoony smootin' marmoset of a spoony marmosmoot!" Chazzy shouted indignantly as he struggled to regain the controls.
"Oh no! We're going to crash!" Muffie shouted, as she pointed at the rapidly approaching ground.
As the dust settled, Jim slowly stood up in a daze. "Is everyone all right?" he asked, looking at some of the other bodies that had been tossed about. A few yeahs were called back in response. The others were slowly getting to their feet. Things didn't look too bad. Hopefully the crash didn't do much damage.
Chazzy was gripping the controls tightly. "That was no crash, that was a... bumpy landing," he said softly.
"Where are we?" Florence asked as she brushed herself off. She realized then just how long she had been wearing the same green dress. She really needed to wash it.
"Wherever we are, I meant to land here!"
Harry gazed out and saw ahead a mound of debris. "Hey, I think I know where we are. This is Mideel, or rather, what's left of it. Let's go sight seeing!"
"Harry's right. A nice walk will do us all good after nearly getting killed," Jessica said, a little coldly. Her eyes were focused on Chazar.
"Hey! I said it was a smootin' bumpy landing! There was no killing involved, spoonit!"
"Quit yer arguin', or ah'll gitcha wif mah gun," Ziggy warned.
"Come on. Let's just go outside and take a look around. The fresh air will do us good," Jim said. The others followed Jim out of the Hairwind. There were a few exchanges of angry glares, but everyone seemed a little more civilized now that they were out of the airship.
"Hey Jim, come over here," Harry said, waving him towards a pile of rubble that had once been a house. "I want to share something with you." When the two were behind the rubble pile, out of the others' view, Harry produced a bottle. "I made this a week before we left. It's straight from my bathtub. It's the sacred nectar for those who can talk to the planet. I wanted to share this with you, now that's it's nice and ripe." He grinned from ear to ear.
"Um... Okay, sounds good," Jim replied, uneasily. He and Harry sat down, and Jim took the bottle. He opened it and gasped as the scent immediately pounded against his nose. It smelt like shoes, rotting fruit, and way too much alcohol. He glanced at Harry nervously. His companion had an anxious, excited look on his face, like a child waiting for his parents to open a gift he got them.
Jim gulped and took a sip of the liquid. The tangy, bitter taste sank down his throat. He felt his mind beginning to spin. He felt as if his brain was slowly melting and leaking out his ears. The brainy goo began to flow out like a waterfall and splatter into the earth. It remained there, and Jim saw the world spinning around him. A few moments passed by, and the liquid that was his brain flowed back up from the planet beneath and squeezed into his skull again through his nose. His head felt oddly heavier, as if his brain had turned into a sponge and it had soaked up the knowledge of the planet. As Jim processed this knowledge, he began to mumble incoherently:
"Orforofofoforrororororoooo....... Salamander strogle..... Uuunnnn.... Krono.... Trihgrr... Uhnderwhars that chinchinchinny woof...." His head slumped forward and then he fell back onto the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his limbs twitched slightly.
Harry wiped his lips after he took a swig from the bottle. He let out a satisfied exhale of breath, then gasped as he saw Jim's condition change for the worse. "H-hey guys! Someone get over here!"
Jessica soon arrived on the scene, muttering something about annoying people and headaches. She then saw Jim passed out on the ground. "Harry! What did you do?" she exclaimed.
"Nothing!" he hastily responded. "Well, I did give him some of my own home style brew," he held out the bottle, "but that's all!"
The others were now quickly coming up to see what the problem was as Jessica began to panic. "He's as good as dead now!"
"Hey, my brew isn't that bad!"
"How can we revive him?" Kevinda inquired, peering over at the twitching Jim.
"There's only one way," Florence announced. "Harry, give me that bottle."
"What're ya plannin' on doin' wif 'at?" Ziggy asked, eyeing the bottle carefully.
"I'm going to drink it! It's the only way to save Jim!"
Jessica stared at Florence with wide eyes. "Did you hit your head on something in the crash?" Before she could say anything else, Florence began guzzling down the horrifying liquid and collapsed.
Florence found herself floating in what felt like a sea of dreams. She sank down through an endless void of darkness. At last, she came to a point of light and a white surface with blue veins running through it. She began to walk along it until she came to a stairway.
At the top of the stairs sat Jim, but it wasn't quite Jim. He seemed like only a piece of himself. He slowly got to his feet and he looked at Florence. "Five years ago... That's when it all started to go wrong," he said softly. A vertical pool rippled before them and a picture began to appear. There stood Jim, his hair was neatly combed back, and he was pressed against the glass of a shop in Kalm. There was a sign, edged in whipped cream, that read "Out of Business". "That was once the best hair care store around. It's business collapsed, and with it went my hair." He hung his head, then sat back down on the stairway.
Florence looked upon the image of Jim quite sadly. She turned around and walked along the soft surface. There was another Jim, writhing about, tugging at his hair. He was translucent, slowly fading away. She could see beyond him to Jim's bathroom. Scattered everywhere were assorted empty bottles of hair care products and broken combs. The ghostly Jim walked into the bathroom. He started to stare into the mirror, still yanking at his hair. He began shouting:
"Lather, rinse and repeat! Lather rinse and repeat! It's useless! I might as well dump chocolate on my hair! This stuff just won't work!" A ghostly vision of Sarah slowly walked over to Jim and gently tugged on his bath robe. "Oh Sarah, what am I going to do? Ever since the hair shop closed I haven't been able to do anything with my hair." The goat bleated softly, and Jim responded with a smile. "I suppose you're right. It's nothing a good brushing won't cure later. Tell ya what, I'll make us some tunasteak sandwiches with extra cheddar and extra gravy." His smile grew, he picked up a brush, and began to follow the goat.
The young lady in green wrinkled her nose upon hearing the food in question and the ghostly images faded away. She turned quickly, looking in all directions of the void. "What does all of this mean?"
"Lalala! Alaloofadoo!" came a young voice. Florence began moving towards the sound. She gazed out for a moment into the darkness, and then light began to filter in. There was Jim, standing alone in the middle of Kalm. He was so much younger, just a boy. He was wearing blue overalls and a muddy, white shirt. "No, that's no good. Arkansas!" He exclaimed and leapt forward. There was a very young Sarah playing with the boy. Jim tried catching her around the neck, but the goat quickly dashed out of the way. She seemed to laugh goatishly in a way, and swayed slightly, as if to dare Jim to catch her. "I'm going to get you now Sarah! Alalaorfaleed!" He jumped forward, wrapping his arms around the goat. He laughed with pride and let out a loud "Yipee!"
A little girl in a pink dress decorated in golden polka-dots stepped forward. "Jim, you're so immature. Why do you insist on playing with that dirty goat?" It was obviously a very young Jessica.
"Sarah isn't some dirty goat. Come on, let's show her!" Jim grinned dangerously and hopped onto the young goat's back. Sarah began galloping towards Jessica. The little girl screamed and ran from the two as fast as she could.
The image before Florence faded to darkness. She was left chuckling as she turned back around. She looked up and started to get frustrated. "What does this all mean?" she exclaimed.
Another Jim slowly stepped towards Florence. He seemed the most Jim-like of them all. "There's just one more..." he said softly. He turned and pointed. The area before them became like a stage.
"Sarah! I was so worried about you! Don't ever run away again girl." Young Jim hugged a weakened Sarah in the midst of Wigfarm. There were two people there, they must have been Jim's parents.
"Thank you for returning our goat. Our son was very worried," Jim's mother said. She was talking to an odd-looking man with silver hair. His clothes were blotted in whipped cream. A few strands of hair fell from his head.
"It's no problem at all," he said. His tone was soft and chilling. "I'm only glad that she wasn't seriously hurt..."
"We're eternally grateful. Come drop by some time, we'd love to have you over for a bit of cheese and coffee. We live in Kalm. You'll have no problems in finding the McFeatherburry farm! Don't hesitate at all Mr. um... I don't believe I caught your name," it was Jim's father speaking.
"Just call me Olaf. And no, I don't believe I'd be able to drop by. I must be... travelling you see. I'm glad your boy is happy." He smiled a twisted sort of smile at Jim, then knelt down and patted the goat's head. "I'll see you again... Sarah..." he hissed into her ear.
Florence felt chills seeing the face of the madman that had killed the beloved goat. The images that were played out before her were fading away like all of the others. She turned to the Jim that stood next to her. "I still don't understand. What does all of this mean? Does it fit together at all?"
"I can't answer that," Jim replied.
"Why not?"
"Because... We're waking up."
"Trest muh! All's they need's a good wiff o' mah sock an' they'll be a-hootin' and a-hollerin' agin in no time!" Ziggy said with a smile.
"That'll be quite all right," Florence moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. She sat up and Jim began to do the same.
"You're alive!" Jessica exclaimed in amazement.
"No!" Muffie cried.
"What're you moaning about?" Kevinda asked the girl with a furrowed brow.
"I made a bet with Chazzy and I lost."
"That'll be twenty spoons that you owe me," Chazzy said with a grin.
"I'll get them for you, you know I'm good for it! Just... Give me a little time to say goodbye to them. I mean, they're the only spoons I have left. I barely got to know them," Muffie pleaded.
"You have three minutes," replied Chazar flatly.
Muffie began to wail and ran off to bid farewell to the spoons she received from Philben.
"What was the bet anyway?" Kevinda asked Chazzy, glancing uneasily towards Muffie.
"I bet that they would stay comatose for less than two hours."
"So, what happened?" Harry asked the two. "This is the first time an outsider drank the sacred drink."
"How sacred can something be, if it came from your bathtub?" Jessica inquired.
"Oh, you'd be surprised."
"I don't know if I can quite explain it... It was like I was inside Jim's mind," Florence described.
"Really? Wow, I thought I was surfing and all these tunasteak sandwiches kept jumping out of the water and tried eating my toes," Jim spoke up at last.
"Whut'd ya see in Jim's mind? Enythin' incriminatin'?" asked Ziggy, curiously.
"We can find out about all of that later," said Kevinda. "We've wasted enough time in this place. Let's get back to the Hairwind and figure out our next plan of attack."
Jim nodded in agreement. "Good idea. And while we're planning, we can fix up some snacks. I have a case of the munchies like you wouldn't believe. Do we have any tuna around?"
Jessica looked around the ship in amazement. It was quite the technological marvel. Best of all, she knew that it had been made in Junon for the inside was wonderfully decorated with rainbow dots of perfection.
She then saw a sight that filled her with great horror. "What are you doing?" she screamed. Florence was painting over the polka-dots!
"These polka-dots are so ugly. Besides, I think they're making Muffie sick." Florence motioned over to Muffie who was doubled over in the corner, moaning about her aching stomach.
Jessica began to gasp and shout in half-words, writhing her arms about in agony. Jim then began to drag her away. "How about I take you to the cockpit?"
"Spoony airship! How in the smootin' marmoset filled spoonies are you supposed to fly this thing?" Chazzy shouted angrily as he pulled levers. The airship shuddered violently. A number of men in bright orange vests ran over to him, trying to get him to stop, but he refused. "I can fly this spoony can of smootin' sprockets! It just takes a little getting used to."
"So where did you get the airship?" Jessica inquired, calming down a bit after the polka-dot affair.
"We uh, 'borrowed' it from Gengai," Kevinda replied with a chuckle.
"We're going to call it the Bluntson Flyer 3084!" Chazar exclaimed proudly.
"Uh, Chazzy, I thought we agreed on the Smithmobile," Harry pointed out.
"Smifmob'le? Whut in tarnation're yo' talkin' 'bout? This hyar ain't no car. We's callin' it th' AirZiggy! Yeehaw!" cried Ziggy.
There now seemed to be an argument over what the airship was going to be called amongst the people who were flying in it.
Jim then decided to speak up, "Wait a minute! Now I have the perfect name, and if you don't all agree, then I'm going to take off my hat." He smiled slyly, as there was a look of horror upon the faces of everyone present. "Very good. We're calling it the Hairwind!"
The great ship soared across the sky, speeding past the places they once visited. It seemed like an eternity since their journey began. The Hairwind's soaring was somewhat sporadic, though. It shot up, then sped down towards the ground. It flew around in a circle one way, then another, and narrowly avoided smashing into a stretch of mountains.
"Woa! Chazzy! What are you doing?" Jessica exclaimed as the airship tumbled this way and that, throwing everyone around.
"It's these spoony controls! It's like they were made for a smootin' marmoset or something!"
A man in one of the bright orange vests quickly shoved him out of the way. "I have been trained to fly this ship, so get out of my way and let a professional handle it!"
"Why you spoony smootin' marmoset of a spoony marmosmoot!" Chazzy shouted indignantly as he struggled to regain the controls.
"Oh no! We're going to crash!" Muffie shouted, as she pointed at the rapidly approaching ground.
As the dust settled, Jim slowly stood up in a daze. "Is everyone all right?" he asked, looking at some of the other bodies that had been tossed about. A few yeahs were called back in response. The others were slowly getting to their feet. Things didn't look too bad. Hopefully the crash didn't do much damage.
Chazzy was gripping the controls tightly. "That was no crash, that was a... bumpy landing," he said softly.
"Where are we?" Florence asked as she brushed herself off. She realized then just how long she had been wearing the same green dress. She really needed to wash it.
"Wherever we are, I meant to land here!"
Harry gazed out and saw ahead a mound of debris. "Hey, I think I know where we are. This is Mideel, or rather, what's left of it. Let's go sight seeing!"
"Harry's right. A nice walk will do us all good after nearly getting killed," Jessica said, a little coldly. Her eyes were focused on Chazar.
"Hey! I said it was a smootin' bumpy landing! There was no killing involved, spoonit!"
"Quit yer arguin', or ah'll gitcha wif mah gun," Ziggy warned.
"Come on. Let's just go outside and take a look around. The fresh air will do us good," Jim said. The others followed Jim out of the Hairwind. There were a few exchanges of angry glares, but everyone seemed a little more civilized now that they were out of the airship.
"Hey Jim, come over here," Harry said, waving him towards a pile of rubble that had once been a house. "I want to share something with you." When the two were behind the rubble pile, out of the others' view, Harry produced a bottle. "I made this a week before we left. It's straight from my bathtub. It's the sacred nectar for those who can talk to the planet. I wanted to share this with you, now that's it's nice and ripe." He grinned from ear to ear.
"Um... Okay, sounds good," Jim replied, uneasily. He and Harry sat down, and Jim took the bottle. He opened it and gasped as the scent immediately pounded against his nose. It smelt like shoes, rotting fruit, and way too much alcohol. He glanced at Harry nervously. His companion had an anxious, excited look on his face, like a child waiting for his parents to open a gift he got them.
Jim gulped and took a sip of the liquid. The tangy, bitter taste sank down his throat. He felt his mind beginning to spin. He felt as if his brain was slowly melting and leaking out his ears. The brainy goo began to flow out like a waterfall and splatter into the earth. It remained there, and Jim saw the world spinning around him. A few moments passed by, and the liquid that was his brain flowed back up from the planet beneath and squeezed into his skull again through his nose. His head felt oddly heavier, as if his brain had turned into a sponge and it had soaked up the knowledge of the planet. As Jim processed this knowledge, he began to mumble incoherently:
"Orforofofoforrororororoooo....... Salamander strogle..... Uuunnnn.... Krono.... Trihgrr... Uhnderwhars that chinchinchinny woof...." His head slumped forward and then he fell back onto the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his limbs twitched slightly.
Harry wiped his lips after he took a swig from the bottle. He let out a satisfied exhale of breath, then gasped as he saw Jim's condition change for the worse. "H-hey guys! Someone get over here!"
Jessica soon arrived on the scene, muttering something about annoying people and headaches. She then saw Jim passed out on the ground. "Harry! What did you do?" she exclaimed.
"Nothing!" he hastily responded. "Well, I did give him some of my own home style brew," he held out the bottle, "but that's all!"
The others were now quickly coming up to see what the problem was as Jessica began to panic. "He's as good as dead now!"
"Hey, my brew isn't that bad!"
"How can we revive him?" Kevinda inquired, peering over at the twitching Jim.
"There's only one way," Florence announced. "Harry, give me that bottle."
"What're ya plannin' on doin' wif 'at?" Ziggy asked, eyeing the bottle carefully.
"I'm going to drink it! It's the only way to save Jim!"
Jessica stared at Florence with wide eyes. "Did you hit your head on something in the crash?" Before she could say anything else, Florence began guzzling down the horrifying liquid and collapsed.
Florence found herself floating in what felt like a sea of dreams. She sank down through an endless void of darkness. At last, she came to a point of light and a white surface with blue veins running through it. She began to walk along it until she came to a stairway.
At the top of the stairs sat Jim, but it wasn't quite Jim. He seemed like only a piece of himself. He slowly got to his feet and he looked at Florence. "Five years ago... That's when it all started to go wrong," he said softly. A vertical pool rippled before them and a picture began to appear. There stood Jim, his hair was neatly combed back, and he was pressed against the glass of a shop in Kalm. There was a sign, edged in whipped cream, that read "Out of Business". "That was once the best hair care store around. It's business collapsed, and with it went my hair." He hung his head, then sat back down on the stairway.
Florence looked upon the image of Jim quite sadly. She turned around and walked along the soft surface. There was another Jim, writhing about, tugging at his hair. He was translucent, slowly fading away. She could see beyond him to Jim's bathroom. Scattered everywhere were assorted empty bottles of hair care products and broken combs. The ghostly Jim walked into the bathroom. He started to stare into the mirror, still yanking at his hair. He began shouting:
"Lather, rinse and repeat! Lather rinse and repeat! It's useless! I might as well dump chocolate on my hair! This stuff just won't work!" A ghostly vision of Sarah slowly walked over to Jim and gently tugged on his bath robe. "Oh Sarah, what am I going to do? Ever since the hair shop closed I haven't been able to do anything with my hair." The goat bleated softly, and Jim responded with a smile. "I suppose you're right. It's nothing a good brushing won't cure later. Tell ya what, I'll make us some tunasteak sandwiches with extra cheddar and extra gravy." His smile grew, he picked up a brush, and began to follow the goat.
The young lady in green wrinkled her nose upon hearing the food in question and the ghostly images faded away. She turned quickly, looking in all directions of the void. "What does all of this mean?"
"Lalala! Alaloofadoo!" came a young voice. Florence began moving towards the sound. She gazed out for a moment into the darkness, and then light began to filter in. There was Jim, standing alone in the middle of Kalm. He was so much younger, just a boy. He was wearing blue overalls and a muddy, white shirt. "No, that's no good. Arkansas!" He exclaimed and leapt forward. There was a very young Sarah playing with the boy. Jim tried catching her around the neck, but the goat quickly dashed out of the way. She seemed to laugh goatishly in a way, and swayed slightly, as if to dare Jim to catch her. "I'm going to get you now Sarah! Alalaorfaleed!" He jumped forward, wrapping his arms around the goat. He laughed with pride and let out a loud "Yipee!"
A little girl in a pink dress decorated in golden polka-dots stepped forward. "Jim, you're so immature. Why do you insist on playing with that dirty goat?" It was obviously a very young Jessica.
"Sarah isn't some dirty goat. Come on, let's show her!" Jim grinned dangerously and hopped onto the young goat's back. Sarah began galloping towards Jessica. The little girl screamed and ran from the two as fast as she could.
The image before Florence faded to darkness. She was left chuckling as she turned back around. She looked up and started to get frustrated. "What does this all mean?" she exclaimed.
Another Jim slowly stepped towards Florence. He seemed the most Jim-like of them all. "There's just one more..." he said softly. He turned and pointed. The area before them became like a stage.
"Sarah! I was so worried about you! Don't ever run away again girl." Young Jim hugged a weakened Sarah in the midst of Wigfarm. There were two people there, they must have been Jim's parents.
"Thank you for returning our goat. Our son was very worried," Jim's mother said. She was talking to an odd-looking man with silver hair. His clothes were blotted in whipped cream. A few strands of hair fell from his head.
"It's no problem at all," he said. His tone was soft and chilling. "I'm only glad that she wasn't seriously hurt..."
"We're eternally grateful. Come drop by some time, we'd love to have you over for a bit of cheese and coffee. We live in Kalm. You'll have no problems in finding the McFeatherburry farm! Don't hesitate at all Mr. um... I don't believe I caught your name," it was Jim's father speaking.
"Just call me Olaf. And no, I don't believe I'd be able to drop by. I must be... travelling you see. I'm glad your boy is happy." He smiled a twisted sort of smile at Jim, then knelt down and patted the goat's head. "I'll see you again... Sarah..." he hissed into her ear.
Florence felt chills seeing the face of the madman that had killed the beloved goat. The images that were played out before her were fading away like all of the others. She turned to the Jim that stood next to her. "I still don't understand. What does all of this mean? Does it fit together at all?"
"I can't answer that," Jim replied.
"Why not?"
"Because... We're waking up."
"Trest muh! All's they need's a good wiff o' mah sock an' they'll be a-hootin' and a-hollerin' agin in no time!" Ziggy said with a smile.
"That'll be quite all right," Florence moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. She sat up and Jim began to do the same.
"You're alive!" Jessica exclaimed in amazement.
"No!" Muffie cried.
"What're you moaning about?" Kevinda asked the girl with a furrowed brow.
"I made a bet with Chazzy and I lost."
"That'll be twenty spoons that you owe me," Chazzy said with a grin.
"I'll get them for you, you know I'm good for it! Just... Give me a little time to say goodbye to them. I mean, they're the only spoons I have left. I barely got to know them," Muffie pleaded.
"You have three minutes," replied Chazar flatly.
Muffie began to wail and ran off to bid farewell to the spoons she received from Philben.
"What was the bet anyway?" Kevinda asked Chazzy, glancing uneasily towards Muffie.
"I bet that they would stay comatose for less than two hours."
"So, what happened?" Harry asked the two. "This is the first time an outsider drank the sacred drink."
"How sacred can something be, if it came from your bathtub?" Jessica inquired.
"Oh, you'd be surprised."
"I don't know if I can quite explain it... It was like I was inside Jim's mind," Florence described.
"Really? Wow, I thought I was surfing and all these tunasteak sandwiches kept jumping out of the water and tried eating my toes," Jim spoke up at last.
"Whut'd ya see in Jim's mind? Enythin' incriminatin'?" asked Ziggy, curiously.
"We can find out about all of that later," said Kevinda. "We've wasted enough time in this place. Let's get back to the Hairwind and figure out our next plan of attack."
Jim nodded in agreement. "Good idea. And while we're planning, we can fix up some snacks. I have a case of the munchies like you wouldn't believe. Do we have any tuna around?"
