Yo, I'm back. And I'm happy because I'm nearly at the end of term. Yay! But since I only have Internet access at school, I'm going to have to finish it soon...yes, I'm banned from the home internet too. Why? I downloaded too many things and crashed the computer. Jeezus, the thing was, like, five years old...it was bound to bust soon.
Fantasy Cat- Yeah, thank you. Unfortunately the pick-up line doesn't work on any other men.
Whirlwind- Remember that little silver case of Kate's? Well there was a huge amount of money in there, and I think twenty grand was just petty cash to her.
FanOfLOST- It sucks that I don't know what's happening, but writing about it can be even more fun.
Don't own LOST. Sure would
Charlie is my little Munchkin.
Sawyer should learn to sing.
"Okay, now that we have the honey. Can I eat it?" Hurley asked Locke.
"Well…It seems weird to have honey by itself. Perhaps we should find something to have it with." Locke mused. They had arrived at the beach and were sitting around the plastic bucket.
"Perhaps…honey marinated pork?" Hurley suggested.
"Honey and banana?"
"Lemon and Honey?"
Angel Uriel now discontinues writing to grab a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a triple chocolate milkshake. All this writing is hungry work, especially with Hurley and Locke being no help what-so-ever.
"Honey Roasted Peanuts?" Hurley said, triumphantly dangling the peanut bush.
"We could, but there could be no peanuts left on the island. That would mean devastation to poor old Charlie."
"Dude, who cares? I want to get stuck into this honey, before the bees come back from attacking Winnie-the-Pooh, bent on taking revenge." Hurley pulled the bucket in his direction.
"Wait, honey is extremely anti-bacterial. Perhaps Jack would like some." Locke pulled the bucket back.
"Screw Jack! Dude, I want to eat! He can find his own bee-hive." He pulled the bucket back again.
"I'll get a pot for Jack. Hurley! Don't stick your fingers in like that! Now you've got sand everywhere," Locke snatched the bucket out of Hurley's reach. Hurley trying to eat honey from his hands, "Gosh, I wish you've washed your hands."
"Who are you, my mother?" he said, licking the remains of honey on his lips. Locke sighed heavily.
"No, I'm not. But could you think about something else apart from your empty stomach, for once?" he grabbed two long-empty salsa jars from his bag.
"No. Hey where did you get those from?"
"Salsa is my favourite food…of sorts…I always used to carry some wherever I went," Locke dipped both pots into the bucket, and withdrew them nearly overflowing with honey, "Here, some for you; well it was your own fault for getting sand in it. The other jar is for Jack."
"Dude, why are you taking the bucket?" Hurley asked mournfully.
"Honey marinated pork, of course." Locke grinned.
"Mmmmmmmmm, rotisserie style?" he drooled.
"Perhaps. I'm not exactly a huge fan of shoving a log up a pig's arse, then trying to cook it over a piddly little fire…but, I think I can work something out." Locke smiled, carrying the bucket over his shoulder, and headed off to his little niche in the woods.
Leaving Hurley alone with the peanuts.
TBC
Dun-dun duuuuuuunh!
That was a music score by-the-way. Anywho, I'm a big fan of rotisserie meats, and I understand that roasting a wild bore on a stick is something you would only find in Asterix comics...come to think about it...Charlie is Asterix and Hurley is Obelix! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
Sorry, They're not really, but they're both cute. Charlie is possibly a billion times more cute...but...ya get me, right?
