The trio devours a single boiled potato. Chloe uses the potato skin as a moisturizer. David carves a shiv from a twig in case the snakes return. Dr. Amir catalogues the camp’s bacteria levels by smell.
“NO! MY CAMP HYGIENE ROTA! I HAVEN’T FINISHED THE RINSE CYCLE!”
Chloe hyperventilates into a paper bag labeled “sponsor.”
A slug crawls across his lip. He doesn’t flinch.
(Already rolling up sleeves) “Snakes don’t scare me. I once had a fight with Alan Shearer in a kebab shop.”
(Holding up a leaf) “This is bay. It means dinner is close. Or it means we’re hallucinating. Either way, good night.”
Dr. Amir is dragged in by masked production assistants.
He cries. The nation laughs. He shoves his arm into the sludge and retrieves the star, weeping.
The trio devours a single boiled potato. Chloe uses the potato skin as a moisturizer. David carves a shiv from a twig in case the snakes return. Dr. Amir catalogues the camp’s bacteria levels by smell.
“NO! MY CAMP HYGIENE ROTA! I HAVEN’T FINISHED THE RINSE CYCLE!”
Chloe hyperventilates into a paper bag labeled “sponsor.”
A slug crawls across his lip. He doesn’t flinch.
(Already rolling up sleeves) “Snakes don’t scare me. I once had a fight with Alan Shearer in a kebab shop.”
(Holding up a leaf) “This is bay. It means dinner is close. Or it means we’re hallucinating. Either way, good night.”
Dr. Amir is dragged in by masked production assistants.
He cries. The nation laughs. He shoves his arm into the sludge and retrieves the star, weeping.