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| We've got to figure out a way of getting off this island......using coconuts. | |
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| You're bullshitting me, right skipper? | |
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| Perhaps we can create a new ship, better than before, using nothing but palm leaves and coconut shells... | |
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| We're twenty minutes out from the harbor, I could fucking swim there if I wanted. | |
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| Or perhaps a communications device... | |
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| Holy fuck! Look! One of our teenage passengers is drunk and topless! | |
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