I’ve now come to resent Mac now, it has been days since we have had food and it is because of him. After the Green Hornet had crashed, Mac had eaten all of the chocolate bars, leaving us without a food source. I wanted to throw him into the ocean, but I knew that doing that would not have any positive feedback whatsoever, so I refrained from doing so. Fortunately, an albatross landed on my head, I reached up and snapped its neck, using the meat of the bird for bait since we couldn’t eat it; it simply smelled awful. Phil and I have been optimistic about our situation so far, while Mac seems to be fading more every day. We talked about the past, I often bragged about my mother’s spaghetti, something that I missed dearly, and it was like we were
