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Hold on a sec here–this is a <span class="mu-i">YACHT!</span> You know what that means!
“We don’t gotta swim anymore?”
Yes, you nod, rising from your lounge chair, but it also means <span class="mu-b">THE FOUR D’S: DRINKS, DRUGS, AND DELICIOUS SNACKS!</span>
Properly motivated once more, you make for the stairs leading to the <span class="mu-g">LOWER DECK</span> with a spring in your step! Golly, you think as you nearly trip over yourself going down the stairs, you’re finally a <span class="mu-b">BOAT OWNER!</span> Maybe this <span class="mu-r">SKELETON APOCALYPSE</span> ain’t so bad after all!
“Dat’s what ya’ said about da’ <span class="mu-g">BUNKER.</span>” Replies your skeleton as you land at the foot of the stairs! Yea, you grunt, and that hasn’t changed!
Speaking of changing, it takes you a moment to realize you aren’t alone–standing in the plush bedroom past a dining table, sitting booth, and kitchen area is Mitz–the Rent-A-Cop eyeing you warily while holding up a <span class="mu-g">WETSUIT</span> to her still-clothed chest.
“Uh… ever hear of <span class="mu-i">knocking</span>?” She asks with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I coulda’ been <span class="mu-i">changing</span>, y’know.”
Good thing you <span class="mu-i">weren’t</span>, you retort, planting your hands on your hips, because the bedroom door’s <span class="mu-i">WIDE</span> open!
“Hm…” Mitz muses, shifting her gaze between you and the open bedroom door, “So it is… So it is…”
Letting her eyes linger on you for a few more moments, the Rent-A-Cop eventually dispels the tension with a nonchalant shrug. “So what’s up, boss? Miss me already?”
Yea <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you groan as you deftly dodge another one of Mitz’ winks! You wanted to check out the <span class="mu-b">SNACK SITCH,</span> is all! And, y’know, you add, scratching the back of your head awkwardly, the uh… the other stuff, too.
“All business, huh?” Pouts Mitz as she takes a seat on the food of the bed. “Well I’ve got good news and bad news, Stan–whatcha’ wanna hear first?”
You’ll start with the <span class="mu-i">bad</span>, you shrug. You’re getting used to that stuff as of late.
“Better to get it over with, right?” She says with a wry grin. “Pantry and fridge are totally empty–guess the owners didn’t want a smelly ship.”
Sh-she’s <span class="mu-i">LYING!</span> It <span class="mu-i">CAN’T BE!</span> Scuttling over to the sizable black fridge, you tear both doors open only to have your worst fears confirmed–both sides and even the freezer are <span class="mu-r">BARREN!</span> Systematically ripping open the cabinets, you’re greeted by nothing but silverware, plates, and cheap cutlery!
“Toldja.” Mitz shrugs as panic sets in! “Good news is that this baby’s got a whole bunch of <span class="mu-g">WETSUITS AND SCUBA GEAR–</span> decent condition, too.”
Sure, you sniff, not bothering to look as Mitz holds up several different-colored wetsuits, but at what <span class="mu-i">COST?</span>
“Would it KILL ya’ ta’ be a little <span class="mu-i">less</span> dramatic every now an’ then?”
Yes. Yes it <span class="mu-i">would</span>.
>CONTD.
