Who liked this week's episode? Loved it! Don't worry; there will be reference to Sawyer's boar experience, except this time, it isn't a boar.
-Romen
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6. Hurley's Plan
"Can you believe those jerks?" Shannon said, her GOD (Grip of Death) even tighter on Jin's throbbing hand. "They totally ruined our date!"
"Nae suipun nomu nassumnida," Jin reflected, thinking of life pre-island time. He turned to Shannon. "Ton kajigo issumnika?"
"Dudes, watch out!" Hurley cried, running over and pushing them away. "You almost stepped on several of my vital parts."
Shannon frowned. "Hurley, mind your manners!"
"Look down." Hurley pointed. "These are parts that I have gathered from the plane."
"Posot choahashimnikka?" Jin asked Hurley. No one paid him any attention.
"What are you doing with parts from the plane?" Shannon asked, rolling her eyes. "Are you making a boom-box? A high-definition plasma television?" Shannon sighed wistfully, wishing that it were so.
"No, what I'm doing is even better," Hurley answered her, smiling wryly. "Yesterday, I fell down and hit my head."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Dude, just listen." Hurley let out a deep breath, looked around, and then stepped closer to them. "After I hit my head, I looked up and saw a flock of birds. Within seconds, I figured out how many birds were in the flock. After that, I figured out how many seeds were in the cantaloupe. Ever since I hit my head, I have been a mathematical genius."
Shannon snorted. "So, you're trying to tell us that you are the next Edgar Ainstien?"
"Don't you mean Albert Einstein?" Hurley raised one eyebrow higher than the other.
"Whatever; it's the same thing." Shannon rolled her eyes again. "Anyway, you're saying that you have been able to solve difficult mathematical problems ever since you hit your head?"
"Exactly. In a matter of minutes, I'd figured out a way to make actual jet-packs to get us off of the island," Hurley continued, looking back and forth between them. "Right now, I'm working on the jet packs. It's taking me longer to put them together then it was to figure out what I needed to create them."
"Well, we can help," Shannon said quickly, eager to get off of the island. "Come on Jin, we can, can't we?"
Jin nodded. "Toumi piryo hamnidia."
Hurley smiled. "Thanks. I could really use the help, but BE CAREFUL. If one of these parts are destroyed, there is NO REPLACING THEM!"
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"Is he dead?" Sawyer asked, biting off of the candy bar. "This is good. I like the ones with almonds..."
"He's definitely dead," Sayid interrupted. "Look at him, Sawyer; his entrails are ripped out, he no longer has any eyeballs; he's missing his heart, for goodness sakes! He's missing his heart!"
"Sayid, calm down." Jack put his hand under his own chin. "What could have done something like that?"
"I'll tell you what," Sawyer replied, his mouth full, "the freaking monster did it."
Sayid closed Boone's eyelids. "He was an annoying, ugly, naive, stupid, insolent, big-mouthed boy. Rest in peace, Boone."
"Rest in peace," Jack agreed, his hand on his heart and nodding his head slightly.
"Yeah, rest in peace, Little B." Sawyer swallowed. "I wonder if that pan pipe is around here anywhere..."
"Why are you worried about the flute?" Sayid cried, whirling around to face the man wildly.
Sawyer took another bite. "I might be able to get some good money off of that thing. Hey, maybe I'll even learn how to play while we're here."
"I guess that the monster destroyed the flute when he sucked Boone up," Jack answered, turning around to look at them all. "Let's get back to the others. We need to tell them about Boone."
"What about him?" Sawyer stuck his free hand in his blue jeans pocket.
"He's dead," Sayid snapped, glaring at Sawyer.
"Oh...right..." Sawyer shrugged. "I guess that we should go back and tell them."
"That's just what I...Never mind." Jack sighed, and they began to follow him outside of the jungle.
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"Watch out!" Hurley shouted. "You almost stepped on the most vital part of all!"
"Oh." Shannon thrust her chin out defensively. "Hasn't anyone told you that I can't do anything right?"
Hurley didn't have any time to reply. At that moment, Locke wandered by. He observed the situation.
"What's going on here?" he asked, taking a bite into the fruit that he was eating.
"Hurley's making wings so we can get off of the island," Shannon asnwered, crossing her arms. "Jin and I are helping, aren't we, Jin?"
"Noinul mannassulttae chokchcholhan yejori maeu chungyo hamnida," Jin replied, gesturing to her crossed arms and shaking his head. "Migukin."
"Actually, they're jetpacks," Hurley said slowly.
"Whatever. Anyway, Hurley has figured out a way for us to get off of the island."
"Hey, can I help?" Locke asked, stepping towards them.
Just as Hurley was about to say yes, a very ragged looking Jack, Sawyer, and Sayid entered, their faces both downcast and elated (if that's possible).
"You're back!" Locke, Hurley, and Shannon exclaimed.
"It's about Boone," Sawyer, Jack, and Sayid said in unison.
At that moment, Kate walked by, holding hands with...DUH DUH DUH!
BOONE!
"You!" they all shouted, staring at each other.
"What's going on here?" Sawyer, Jack, and Sayid asked, turning to stare at Locke.
"What do you mean?" Kate and Boone shouted.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Sawyer, Jack, Sayid
"This is nuts!" Kate, Shannon, Hurley
"Nuts, I'm/he's supposedly to be dead!" Boone, Sayid, Sawyer, Jack
"I can't take it anymore!" Sawyer cried. He turned to Boone. "Little B, you're going down!"
Pink Pinker: Oops, sorry! He's alive! Really, though, I agree with you. He has some major problems. You'd have to like Shannon Imzadi: I'm glad that you like it. That was a really fun chapter to write. I wanted to play off of Boone's naivety and innocence (yeah right). Yup, I meant "In the Hole of the Mountain King." I hope you liked this chapter too!
lordoftheringsfanficreader: I'm glad that you like it. I like that line of Sayid's too. If you want more Sayid humor, don't worry; it will be coming up soon!