>>9488047The camera opens again, revealing Surfer Girl, now standing behind a bonfire, war paint on the side of her face. The sound of the scraper still going over the surfboard rhythmically in the background. "They say it's bad manners to speak ill for the living and the dead alike. I am not a hateful person, and life is too short to hold grudges. But crimes have to be answered for." Surfer Girl speaks, looking into the fire as she tosses some sand into the fire, causing it to flare up. The flare up illuminating Wild Emerald, who stands behind Surfer Girl, war paint on the other side of her face. "So Emerald and me aren't just going to take what is most precious to you, what you seem to hold in regard above everything else, your prestigous titles. But once you've been laid out for the 3 second tan, I'm going to grab you by your hair, drag you back here, tie you to a pole in the shore and let every. Single. Person that lost someone to your little stunt take one swing at you with a baseball bat. Merely so you can feel the pain and anguish we are feeling as a people. But we're not done with you after that. Then, we will hold a funeral for our dead, and watch as the tide slowly comes in, creeping towards you. If you're lucky, you'll drown slowly. If you're not lucky, the crabs will have a good meal tonight."
The camera slowly zooms out, revealing a field of skulls, illuminated by the light. "They say if you go on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. Well you kapulu slut. I've already got a head start. When all is said and done, be it trough the tide or trough the crabs, I do truly hope that you will have someone to mourn you when you're gone. See you in Spaghetti Town." Sufer Girl fades into the darkness, leaving Wild Emerald towering over the fire, clearly seething with rage for a few seconds as the scraper still hearable rhythmically. The camera snaps to darkness again. The sound of the scraper replaced with the sound of a knife being sharpened once.
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