Sybre

If we must, matey. Set sail!

(My face is covered in slap marks.) I got digits from five lassies! They went across my face at lightning speed. (Falls onto the floor.)

(Crashes through a roof.) What the- Where am I? (Looks around.) I'm in the ladies' room!

You know what they say. (I put the mixture in my mouth and talk past it.) True art is an e- (The mixture explodes, sending me flying high over the land.)

Not a bad idea, mate. I'll write that down. Anyway... (Gets down on hands and knees and begins to mix sand with Play-Doh clay.)

Can Shukaku even swim, mate?

(Shukaku bursts from the sand. I hop off his head.) Thanks, bro. (Shukaku salutes and goes underneath the sand.) Alright, time to find a lassy above ground! (Runs inland.)

(The man shrieks and quickly gets up. A mix of sand and vomit is plaguing his spot.)

(A note comes up, but the man is sitting on it. The note says, "Ouch. The sand is uncomfortably displaced.")

(Another note comes up, saying, "Shoot. So you did. Anyway, I have this future stuff because I know people.")

(A note comes up from the sand. It says, "Where was this question when I mentioned my car?")

(A beach umbrella also surfaces.)

Mmph. (An assortment of canned soda rises to the surface of the sand.)