It's sundown now, and they're all sitting there.

Chewing on their boar, singing Kumbaya, and doing trust falls. Even the redneck.

The heroin addict - no wait, the peanut-butter - or was it -?

Whatever.

He's playing his instument LOUDLY. And the doctor is back on the drink, throwing a few back with that chick with the little airplane - the one that loves guns.

Or zylophones? No, it was guns.

I didn't get an invite.

My rocket launcher is hiding behind the fat man, and I must say, he covers it perfectly!

The guns are tucked in to my belt. I saw the dentist do it - and it looked so cool. I reckoned I'd copy. Who's the cool one now!

The dynamite is disguised as a Christmas ham, sitting in the fire.

The dog has agreed to help me in my plans after being bribed with a nice peice of sea-urchin. His barking will be a great distraction...

The fat dude, the poor one, is being taught by the Asian lady, how to find food on your common Island.

The skinny girl with the baby is eating the boar meat now.

But she'd never thing of offering.

It is now I make my move...