"Indeed now, I can bring devastation to anyone in the way, now that I have my newly found abilities," said Dr. Damion. Hannah frowned slightly. "Are you just going to keep us here forever?!" asked Hannah, holding the bars of her cell. "No, I intend to dispose of you two like the rotting frutas under the cabinet," said Dr. Damion. "One problem with that, I can build something to get us out," said Jett. Dr. Damion frowned. "When have you EVER built something on your own? The Nanobot XV45? That was something you took from a failed scientist invention, and the Volosound Millenia?! That was something you roubou from ME!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "What does it matter to you?! mover on!!" yelled Jett. "It was to be my crowning achievement, the best dia of my life, the dia everyone would take me most seriously, when I would become the world supplier of weapons. Even those little laser pistols were made from a prototype I built," said Dr. Damion. "Then what? You could've just built something else!" said Jett. Dr. Damion then took a power drill, then aimed it at Jett. "Why didn't you...." said Dr. Damion, showing deep concentration in his eyes. "Well, that's, that's because I didn't want to look like a miserable failure!!" said Jett, burying his face in his flippers. "Seems that poking fun at the nerd and being cool is mais important than your success," said Dr. Damion with a smile. "Indeed it was, and I regret it!! I'm so sorry, to you and Hannah," said Jett. Dr. Damion looked at him, scanning through his thoughts with those red eyes. "You didn't regret ANYTHING in High School and College didn't you? You regret it AFTER something terrible happens, sick and miserable, it's much too vulgar to be committing to such things," said Dr. Damion. "Indeed sir, but I tutored him, having my A's in class and final exams, yes," said Hannah. Dr. Damion then looked at her mais proudly. "Good job, try looking through his thoughts though, your family is much too unjudging when it comes to people like me," said Dr. Damion, laughing and chuckling. Hannah then tried to reach through her bars, offended at his twisted joke.
"My family didn't invite you in!! You came and killed them all!! Throwing them on sick and disgusting torture devices!!" yelled Hannah. Dr. Damion smiled slightly. "I did so on global order," said Dr. Damion. "What?" asked Hannah. "Much excitement comes when you slice an elder man's throat, and pouring salt on it eh?" asked Dr. Damion. "No, it doesn't, not a single bit," said Hannah. "It added flavor and texture to such a throat, the jugular and all, really satisfying," said Dr. Damion. "Yeah, you ate my uncle, your very first cannibalistic craze," said Hannah, not showing any fear. "At least I had him killed before I consumed, indeed he did pack such a feast, didn't eat for weeks after," said Dr. Damion. "My uncle isn't your dinner," said Hannah coldly. "No, he was my breakfast," said Dr. Damion with a laugh. "You vile bastard, I could kill you right now if I ever laid flippers on you!!" said Hannah. "Oh would you? Well then, have fun with it as you try, you'll end up much worse than your uncle, I'll bake you, while you're still, living," said Dr. Damion. "Why not a skillet Damion?! I'm sure you'd amor it!!" said Hannah sarcastically. "I can prepare you anyway I want, I mean, sometimes, Dead is Better, in a sense," said Dr. Damion with a slight smile. "How good is your cooking then?!" asked Hannah. "Go and see for yourself," said Dr. Damion, handing Jett a platter, he looked at it, it seemed to be a broth, or stew, he sniffed it lightly, then smiled slightly. "Pork roast in a bowl of sopa with massa, massas alimentícias bits and carrots?" asked Jett, grabbing a spoon. Hannah wanted to say something, but then got gagged por Dr. Damion's cold flippers. Jett then ate at what appeared to be pieces of pork, then slurped down whatever was left in the bowl. Dr. Damion then let go of Hannah. "Jett!! Why'd you eat that?! Do you realize what it even is?! It's a-" said Hannah. "I hope you loved how I prepared some chopped up liver from your business partner Jett, another error on your part, it seems you have committed the sin of cannibalism," said Dr. Damion. Jett then gasped, eyes widening, then grabbed a salt tablet from Hannah's purse, he gulped it down, then regurgitated the sopa back onto the floor, coughing and panting. "Why'd you feed me that?!" asked Jett. "It could be worse, much worse," said Dr. Damion. He then grabbed at an empty void of air, Hannah suddenly grabbed at her chest, hyperventilating and gasping for air. When suddenly, in Dr. Damion's flippers appeared a still beating heart. Jett then screamed in fear, falling back and passed out from hitting a bar, Hannah continued gasping for air, watching as Dr. Damion then dropped the coração on the floor, then it disappeared, again, Hannah gasped loudly, able to breathe again, then fell back in fear. Dr. Damion was really scaring her now.
"Eesh, it is just so cold out here," said Lilly, shivering. Her segundo night in a tropical area, but being that the Bahamas were hotter than hell and muggy at day, they were too cold for her liking at night. "Heh, at least I got us wood, and now, for the light of the fire," said Kowalski. He then took a brushwood branch, then hit it against a rock. "What would cause it to light up?" asked Lilly. "This rock, is magnesium, meaning that, if I hit it with something dry and flammable, it will catch a spark and light up," said Kowalski. "Great idea, but don't burn the tent," said Lilly. Indeed there was cause of concern, one being that they had their camp set up in a certain way: A large tent made of wet leaves and twigs, draped over five trees, making a circular shelter that is twenty feet wide, and broken branches and leaves to close up the sides to make walls, and a hole on the west side to access the inside, and the firepit in the middle of the circle. "Even with the shelter, it's still pretty cold," said Lilly. "Well, as soon as I can just.... Got it!!" said Kowalski, catching a spark. The branch slowly caught fire, beginning to burn brightly, then, Kowalski placed the branch in the firepit. It immediately caught fogo spreading fast. "Ship lubrication makes great fogo spreads," said Kowalski. "Good, we got shelter, a fire, a tidal trap to catch fish, and solar stills, to filter metals out of rainwater," said Lilly. "Exactly, now, let me see if I can get us wifi in the middle of nowhere," said Kowalski, opening a laptop he salvaged from the flotsam, then turning it on. It was working successfully, but just didn't have any access on it. "Alright, I'll melt that magnesium rock in our fire, then shape it into satellite towers, then see if I can catch an Internet signal," said Kowalski, getting to work. "Why would we need wifi?" asked Lilly. "Oh, just to communicate with the outside world, know where we are," said Kowalski. Lilly then nodded, sighing sadly, missing Skipper.
"Skippah, see any land nearby?" asked Private. "Yes indeed, I see the islands of the Bahamas!!" said Skipper. "By now they should have built a fire, is that right?" asked Private. "That's correct there young Private, let's look for any artificial fire," said Skipper. They then took their tiny raft, then circled the four nearest islands, nothing, then went around a couple others, still no sign of Lilly. Then, Skipper looked around on a specific island that caught his eye. "Hey Private, turn us left," suggested Skipper. "Alright sir," said Private, turning the steering rudder left, turning their barco to the left por ninety degrees. "Oh look, I, I think I see something!! A light!! Over there," said Skipper excitedly. "Yes!! We've found them!!" said Private excitedly, paddling the jangada throughout the waters to get closer. "Lilly, I hope you were waiting for me, I'm back," said Skipper excitedly.