( Left for George with a note! )

You teach'em how to surf, you teach'em how to swim, you paddle out when'ey get a cramp, is this the thanks Scholar gets for patrolling? It's about time this place washed up more than a straggler or rubber on me shore. Night's cool, tide's warm, there's a wind, s'nothing you lot should be complaining over! I'm surfing.

Knots were up to bloody fifty today! Saya, your kite works like a charm.

You lot, me thanks for not taking your tumble to the sands. It would've been a right cock up, mavericking in like I do.

KITESURFING WHOO!!!!!

These poofy shoes are still stuck to me dogs. I can't turn a bleedin' kick on these!

Geeeoooorrrrrge, me luv. I know you've got a set o'wheels. Care to give old Scholar a lift?

Please? Pretty please?

Spamloggin' for Saya//WTFery Comments for Everyone Else

Wo'.... wo'the....

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GREAT BLEEDING SHITE SAYA WE WON THE WAR.

//Voice Post, Applies to Comments!//

OY OY. I'm tired of'earing 'ow I look like tha' bugger Heath Ledger.

I'M NOT FROM BLEEDIN' PERTH!!!

( ZOINKS THERE'S A GREEN MONSTER AFTER ME )

SAYA. I had a gift for you but... it's gone fecking berserk.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANYWAY LUV.

The rest o'you lot ever heard of a bloody trash can? I found a tied off rubber on the beach today. FOR THE LOVE OF BIG MAMA DON'T LITTER.

COMMENT LOGGING AHEAD

[Electrical signal to the network.]

Fzz.... skrtch. George? Sccrtch--a splash of water. Fzzt. Oh shite.

[End signal.]

[There's a dark eyed blonde individual sitting in the middle of the Fountain, meditating Indian style on a soaked plank that was once his surfboard.]

Any minute now this'll all be over. Aaaany minute.... Maybe an 'our....

[There's a thick brown fuzzy arachnid crawling around in his hair too. Worry not, they are related. Yes really.]