[The camera turns on to nothing but the ocean out to the horizon for a few moments, before a good-sized piece of driftwood lazily makes its way into view. Sitting on top of it, facing away from the camera, is a very tired looking rock-hopper penguin. Hey, it's better than flailing around hopelessly in the water.]

I... guess I shouldn' have expected another week without curses, b-but...

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I- I can't shake this feeling that... something bad might happen... i-if I go outside like this...