wytchcroft

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Nik Nak.

but it's all gone horribly wrong...

Day Fifteen:
I should have thought before I selected that damn butler midget menace.

There I was, and I mean, you can see the logic, here is someone who knows their way round a freakin' island right?

Visions of cool Martinis served - champaigne even - a secret lair uncovered with the flick of a button...
Dinner at 8? Yes Nik Nak that'll be fine...

Not to mention Fantasy Gilligan's Island whatever...

Three days into the stranded and he comes at me with an egg whisk - jesus I nearly lost an ear...

"Long Pork!"
Gaaah! His eerie cry ringing in my (other) ear even as my legs did that flee-ing thing...
I offered him love...

No dice.

I have to admire the clarity of his logic - he will dine for a lot longer on me than I would on him.
God damn it - and he still looks smart - got that l'il bow and arrow and all working for him.

Where -

is -

he..?

No, mustn't panic... so tired, so thirsty - need a drink... anything...

Oh - thank god - sweeeeet! A coconut - yummie... mmm - I'll just give it a tap and -
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
No Nik -Nak!
Damn you, you master of ambush you!!!
Aaaagh ha ha ha you look so damn cute in that thing like a little hula skirt - only coconut.
What? No, no - I didn't feel - what blow dart?

...ugh.