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Romen
Best Friends
Jack slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt, and something hard was behind his back. He suddenly remembered the hit on the back of his head. He looked down. He was on his knees, and something was under his arms. He moved his eyes slightly to the right, and realized that it was...(duh-duh-duh)...Sawyer's head. Sayid was tied up behind them. By the way, they were tied to a tree.
Jack looked up. He saw Locke stirring some kind of mixture in a hallowed up coconut.
"What's that?" Sawyer asked, before Jack got the chance.
"It's for your wounds. An untreated wound would be dangerous to have out here in the jungle." And with that said, he put the green, sinister-looking substance on the back of their heads.
"That stings..." Sayid mumbled.
"Shut-up," Sawyer interrupted. "Why did you tie us up, Pops?"
"All three of you have things that you need to sort out before you can successfully murder Boone," Locke replied. "This is just the way."
"Hey, I have a better idea," the Red-neck continued. "Why don't you untie us, so that I can kick your?"
Locke didn't reply. He was putting his knife back into its 'scabbard' on his belt. "You'll be able to escape once you have the proper motivation." He turned around and began to walk away.
"No, no, no!" Sayid cried desperately, trying to flail (which was hard, because his arms were pulled straight up). "Sawyer was lying, he didn't mean it!"
"I meant every word I said. I would like to shove his..."
"No, no!" Sayid interrupted quickly. "PLEASE! HELP! HELP! HEEEEEEELLLLLP!"
"Get a hold of yourself!" Jack shouted, and he head-butted Sayid in compensation for not being able to slap him.
"Thanks, I needed that," Sayid wheezed (Jack's head had knocked the air out of him).
"Let's concentrate on how to get out of here," Jack continued, observing the confusing way the rope wound around him.
"Oh, you always know exactly what to do, don't you?" Sawyer snarled. "You always have the ideas..."
"What else are we supposed to be doing, Sawyer?" Jack said calmly, the annoyance he felt only a slight hint in his voice. "We're tied up; the natural thing to do would be to try and get untied."
"Oh, you always know what the natural thing to do is, don't you?" Sawyer growled. "Well, you're a doctor, not a psychiatrist..."
"He's right, you know." Sayid was now more level headed after his rude/painful awakening.
"Oh, shut-up, Pig Pen," Sawyer snapped. "Haven't you ever heard of deodorant?"
Sayid tried to pull his arms down hastily.
Jack looked at a large knot by Sawyer's head. He could hear Sayid and Sawyer continuing to argue. "Hey, Sawyer, can you untie that knot with your teeth?"
At that moment, a loud, familiar sound came behind them.
It was the sound of that blasted monster!