After all the things
you've seen on this trip, a mere exploding hippie isn't going to phase
you. You're done chasing youngified celebrities and teleporting through
toilets, time to head to the hotel. There's no way pursuing this wacky
adventure further is going to lead to any good.
As you walk along the beach on the way to your hotel, you see a plane
wreck resting by the shore. Have you been turned around in the jungle?
Apparently not, as this isn't the plane you crashed here in. And it
seems this wreck and the wreckees around it have been here for more than
an entire televison season.
A handsome man with perpetual five-day stubble notices you nosing about
as he's hurrying around looking for something.
"Wait, you're new!" he exclaims. "Or are you just one of those
background guys?"
"Dude, what are all these people doing here," you ask, "there's a hotel
right up this path."
"You know about the hotel?" he asks as panic flashes behind his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm on my... wait, you all know about the hotel and you're still
hanging around the crash site?"
"Listen, the others can't know. Back in my clean shaven days, I had no
control over my life. But here... here I'm the alpha male. I'm the king
of this people. I'm the only guy who can put them back together when
they have their little 'accidents'. You're not gonna take that away from
me. And absolutely not today, it's my flashback week and I've got to
find my medkit and fix that rock hobbit up so I can have a revelation
about my father."
"But you have no right..." you start, but the man pulls out a knife and
grabs you by the throat.
"Boy, I feel a plot twist coming on, and it's coming on hard. Seems like
we're gonna have to play a game of Operation."
