---Aw, I'm so happy!
I thought many people had given up reading and that's why I changed the name and summary.
it's worked!
it seems I have 9 new readers but then again it's just that my stats for chp.6 have gone up by 9.---

Hurley had just sat back down on his throne and had left the plate of curly fries on the table next to their apple general, who of course had not yet been candied.

Suddenly Hurley heard scratching at the hatch door.
"great..." Hurley sighed, "Charlie must of swam back... right! General. Candied, prepare the troops!"

Hurley marched off to see who it was.
"what the hell! why isn't that kid lookin' after you? oh yeah... but what about that bloody translating bimbo! oh yeah... Who the hell keeps feeding you anyway!"

as you may or may not of guessed, Vincent was sat opposite Hurley, drooling.
"good-bye" Hurley said bluntly as he went to shut the door.

before he could completely slam the door into Vincent's face, the golden retriever slipped under hurlers legs and began running maniacally around the hatch.

"uh! general. candied! the army! get rid of the golden marshmallow on four legs"
(isn't Hurley good at coming up with all these names!... oh wait I did... I didn't know I had it in me)

Hurley then ran around the hatch after Vincent occasionally calling back to his apple but most of the time he was just whispering "oh god. oh god. oh dog- I mean "oh god"." to himself.

by this time it seemed that the apple had given up because well... Hurley wasn't talking back to it like in the last chapter.

then Vincent stopped and smelt the air. his head slowly turned to the coffee table in the lounge. "no man! they're violent. you'll die a horrible death!" Hurley said trying to trick the dog into leaving.

he was to late. Vincent was up on the table eating hurlers army. General Candied was already on the floor, a chunk bitten out of him.

"hey... man... don't do that... I spent ages counting time till they were ready!... oh thanks... go on!... yeah go ahead ruin my life!... you know they're gonna kill me!... oh come on! they were my curly fries!... my army!... I'm curly Hurley!... I mean I got curly hair and stuff!..." Hurley screamed, cried, and yelled at Vincent until he was finished eating all of the curled chips.

while Vincent left the lounge to continue his running around the hatch, Hurley went to see if any troops where still OK, or at least free from dog drool... yeah. Hurley hadn't been snacking for a while... about 40 minutes... tooo, toooooo looong!

after failing to find any edible troops on the table Hurley continued his search on the floor. his eyes darted across the ground. he then came across general candied.

"no! General!... don't worry I'll avenge your death!" Hurley said with tears in his eyes.

Hurley turned to the manic dog, who coincidentally was wearing his lead! after chasing Vincent around for a while he managed to grab hold of the lead and drag Vincent out of the hatch.

"yeah that's right doggy! I know your plan! you knew that I'd been killing people and magic men! you were gonna bark it out to them! they'd kill me and make you their king!" Hurley screamed as he led Vincent to a deserted cliff face, "hahahah! yeah! you know what I'm gonna do! I can see it in your eyes! yeah! your right! I'm gonna leave you here! all on your own! no one thinks your still around anyway!"

once he finished talking to the islands only dog he stared to tie his lead around a thick branch. once he was done he turned and left.

"how rude! he didn't even say good-bye! oh I'll get him some day!" said Vincent as he crossed his legs and pulled his bowler hat out from under the bush he was next to.

Hurley was safe.
nobody would find Vincent.

the apple was given a proper burial.
General William Candied died in action.
whenever he was picked -to- today, half an hour ago.

---next chappie soon I hope---