at least, that is what we had agreed upon. now, in fact, it may prove wishful thinking, seeing as how we abandoned said ship in favor of a paste-colored and surprisingly scratchy but otherwise bang-up rubber raft. as we do not wish this decision to prove premature, we freely and continuously make declarative statements and ignore the fact that the ship's keel looks to be returning to even. it's still sinking: we done decided to jump ship, therefore the ship it must be sunk. and, if this means we must spend the better part of a week on a desert island with only anne heche and an ill-fitting taupe button-down to keep us company, then ... then f us. maybe if we pull alongside and shout, they'll let us back on the ship.
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the ship responds to your taupe semaphore with one long, long blare of its air horn, followed by one short. which translates, loosely: "f you."
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