At last, Zak, Surfing-With-Whales and Stew come out of the water.
They trek up to the carpark, surfboards dripping.
Who wants a sandwich? says Zak.
Me, I'm starving, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Me too, says Stew.
Zak opens the door of the Hilux, and looks for his sandwiches.
Weird, says Zak. They're not there.
He opens several compartments. No sandwiches.
Sweezus and Arthur come over.
We ate your sandwiches, says Sweezus. Hope you don't mind.
No worries, says Zak. They were pretty old anyway. Are you ...?
Yep, says Surfing-With-Whales. Our mates. Sweezus and Arthur.
Pleased to meet you, says Zak. Wanna borrow a couple of boards? Awesome breaks out there.
Yeah, thanks, says Sweezus. Come on Arthur.
Sweezus and Arthur grab a couple of surfboards and head down the track to the beach.
Zak, Surfing-With-Whales and Stew head across to the camper.
Hey, says Surfing-With-Whales. Nice camper. What's a SPINCER?
It's not meant to say SPINCER, says Terence.
Inside every princess... says Zak. I know this one. It's not SPINCER.
Dear me, says Gaius. This won't do. Let me think.
Hi guys, says Rosamunda. Admiring our camper?
Is there any food in it? asks Surfing-With-Whales.
No, says Rosamunda. That's why we ate your sandwiches. Sorry.
She is about to offer everyone a cup of tea when:
SPHINCTER! says Gaius. Inside every princess! In fact .....
There's a sphincter inside everybody, says Unni.
Ha ha, laughs Stew, (thinking about the particular).
It's not funny, young man, says Marx. It's a tenet of socialism. A leveller. I vote we change SPINCER to SPHINCTER. All in favour?
I vote for SPHINCTER, says Gaius. We all have them. In the eye, the oesophagus, the stomach, the small intestine, the urethra, the anus and capillaries. Whales have them in their blowholes.
Blowholes! says Terence, brightening. I vote for blowholes!
Don't let him do it, says Unni.
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