Me – Hey Jake, do you want some coconut water?
Jake – No, I don’t want coconut water, I just had coconut water, how much coconut water can a man drink? (Pause) Okay, give me some coconut water.
And so, I and Jake drank coconut water.
Me – Sand, sea-shells, sea-shores, ships, sharks… ‘S’… aren’t you playing Jake?
Jake – Seagulls, sea urchins and no, I am not playing.
Jake’s not a spoilsport.
Me – Nightingale knows the night and knows the stars.
Jake – Of course, it does, it has been painted along. Painted all white, white in the night?
A classical realist, just generally I mean, nothing to do with the international relations, that’s Jake.
Me – A word for me? Describing me? Like for you, I’d say… Hvorfor Ikke that is Danish for Why Not.
Jake – Hvorfor… that’s for you.
I won’t flounder and hence, I am super quiet. Dead quiet.
Me – Time’s so slow! (Laughing) That’s my joke, Jake.
Jake – Seems more like a taunt. Here, quickly, burrow my watch in the ground.
I took it and now it is in my pocket.
Me – Why so glum, chum?
Jake – Really? I have been yodelling for an hour. What’s wrong with you?
My chum’s so caring.
Jake – I see a ship… hurry, light a fire, fireworks, burn everything, now…
Me – But we are out of firecrackers… I used them while you yodelled and I danced.
Hey ya, my bad. Jake is all smiles.
Jake – No I am not, I am clenching my teeth. And… and stop adding these footnotes. I hate it!
Me – As you say, dear confidant.
Jake is awestruck.
Jake – I am more appalled than anything else.
Me – But no one can tell… I know you want to keep my morale high. Wait, where are you going?
Oh, time for a stroll. This will be our 57thround around the island. Cool! Well, 57th or 59th?
Jake – (Talking to himself) God, kill me now.
Jake’s praying, god, just fulfil his wish, whatever it is.
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