everyone was desperate to get off the island… F*ck this! we no need no stinken' manual chanted the group of survivors. Everyone heading for the bracelets and grab them pushing each other out of the way. No one wanted to be stranded on the island of crazy primitive people mobsters volcanoes and who knows what else anymore. I started to fly around the island and sang the tune to Nyan cat nyannyannynannyanynaynayna
Nobody Is As Ready For Pillowy Mounds Of Mashed Potatoes As Uncle Phil