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Just then he was approached by two darkly tanned men with huge blue eyes like the crystalline ocean behind them.
So the three of the slowly walked to the edge of the water and let the surf and sand sweep over their feet for the time being.
As I looked at the massive waves, I realized surfing probably wasn't the best idea.
But the deeply tanned surf bums wouldn't take no for an answer, and soon we were thrashing some epic waves!
suddenly, hearing some strange music reminding me of an OLD SHARK movie, a large gray triangular fin appeared nearby and instinctively I knew that.............
Shark fins didn't really add taste to shark fin soup.
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Immediately I was hit from the side as if struck by a bus. I felt a dull tingling in my femur as the water around me turned the color of merlot. Suddenly I was dragged under, the pain set in as I noticed my leg torn beside me. I jabbed the the creature's gills but it just sunk it's teeth in further. "This is not a dream," I thought to myself, "this is for real, I'm going to die"
But then there were two tanned arms around me and I was being lifted from the water while, out of nowhere, David Hasselhoff, Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star appeared and thrashed in the water, wrestling the shark.
My bloody mangled leg flopped onto the sand as I shuttered in and out of consciousness from the shock. "This is the end," I thought, the entire story flashed before my eyes, the jumbled mess of nonsense pulsed before me like a boring nightmare. "I....I....shouldn't have quit my job....the SPCA was the perfect cover for getting close to ducks....I'm an idiot." Darkness washed over me, my only company being the two polar voices in my head. "Zane, are you there?" Danny called out. "Danny, we're dead I think." Zane responded. "It's your fault you little punk!" Zane shouted. Silence.
Just then two with lifeguards approached with a gigantic first aid kit and stretcher.
"But I hate resorts!" I thought to myself as the very real pain shot through my body. I reached down to rub my leg but I could not. "Phantom pains," I said to myself. My leg could not be saved a all that remained was a mangled stump. I tried to transport myself away from the pain again, "maybe a ranch"
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I instantly realized that it was a dump and could not accommodate my newly endured disability and walked out disgusted as I left when my phone rang, "This is Ernst Maxwell, your boss," the voice on the other end stated, "We found a duck here and we need you to identify it."
'Wonderful! Just wonderful" I thought to myself, now I have to deal with this???
"Listen Ernst, I'm get'n too old fo dis sh**!" I responded in my murtaugh voice. "I quit the SPCA because you were running me ragged, I nearly ended up in the psyche ward....permanently!" But I knew I had unfinished business back in Thayer, Karma told me that much; jesus, I just lost a leg due to my stupidity.
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