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Don't own Lost
Charlie is really cute.
Sawyer is disgustingly hot
Charlie and Hurley half expected to be slashed by the monster when sudden cursing erupted from the bush.
"Jah-hesus Christ, can't anyone take a dump on this island without someone bursting out their eardrums?" a southern accent muttered.
"Sawyer?" Charlie gasped.
"Yeah, whaddya expect? A polar bear?" he appeared, tightening his belt.
"Yeah, well, somewhere along those lines." Hurley sighed with relief.
"And what are two little boys like you doing so far away from Cavetown?" Sawyer asked, leaning on a tree. Charlie simmered in the heat and anger.
"We should be asking you why you're so far away from the beach and your hoards." Charlie sniffed.
"Well well; always the inquisitive one. For your information, this is my dump tree. A place I like to take a load off, figuratively speaking." He grinned almost satanically. Charlie and Hurley felt really uncomfortable where they were sitting.
"Why don't you use the one Jack set up near the camp?" Charlie asked, getting up slowly, afraid of small mounds of dirt.
"I don't like to sit on anything Pansy-boy has made; besides, I like the view." He said, pulling back some bushes to reveal an awning view of the ocean and forest, framed by proud cliffs. Hurley whistled, thoroughly impressed.
"A Loo with a View." Charlie said drolly. Sawyer walked to the edge and there was a small zip. Her let loose over the cliff edge and grinned back at them.
"This actually gets really addictive. Anyway, you didn't tell me what you guys are doing around here?"
"We were looking for food."
"Sorry, Hurley, but I'm afraid that there are no fast food joints around here. Unless you guys want some honey." He turned, zipping up.
"Honey…" Hurley said dreamily. Charlie looked at him in alarm.
"Nuh-uh, you are not taking me near any hives. I damn near died the last time I fell into a bloody bee-hive." Charlie cried, jumping up.
"Careful. You nearly hit ground-zero there." Sawyer winced. Charlie looked in horror at his foot.
"Oh My God! Here I am on this Island of Hell, surrounded by odd men, being stalked by tropical polar bears and psychopaths, discussing wether to get killed for a taste of honey in an area covered in human excrement! I can't take it anymore! Argh!" Charlie screamed beating up the tree. Sticks and leaves fell from the branches and stuck in his hair.
"Cool it dude. We're all in the exact same position here. What we need to do is to go to Locke, as him how to get some honey, go to where Sawyer says the hive is, get the honey and then eat it. Simple." Hurley explained, walking away from the tree.
"Why do the hairs raise on the back of my neck when you say that?" Charlie sighed.
"Oh I don't know. Anyway, I have a fair idea where Locke is. Let's go ask the Wizard of Oz how to get rid of the Wicked Queen of Bees." Hurley said, leading the way through the trees. Sawyer looked very confused.
"Can he tell us to get back to Kansas?" Charlie asked Hurley.
"We don't have Ruby Slippers."
"You're going to have brown slippers if you don't watch where you're going, my little Munchkin." Sawyer pointed out to Charlie.
"EWWWWWWWW! You are disgusting and I am not a Munchkin!" Charlie screamed.
"Hobbit then. Hey…wait a minute…you look-"
"NOOOOOOO! Don't say a WORD!"
To be continued.
Oh, and I also love Wizard of Oz and will burst out into song at any given moment.
"If I only had had a bra-in!"
Oh and please forgive my toilet humor. Haha
