— So, what are we, like, shipwrecked?
— How do you want it?
— Excuse me?
— Do you want it sugar-coated or right between the eyes?
— You pick.
— We've only got one wheel, so we can't take off. Lightning fried the radio and the emergency location transmitter. Air-Sea will probably try a rescue,
but without a beacon to hone in... it's like trying to find a flea on an elephant's ass. The only thing we've got is... this flare gun and a single flare.
— Is it too late to get it sugar-coated?
— That was sugar-coated.
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