All These Switches

Somewhere up the beach, Sweezus emerges from the water, dragging his bodyboard.

He makes his way towards Gaius, Kant and Terence.

They watch him coming.

Gaius tries to read his expression.

What's up? asks Sweezus.

Kant has your car keys, say Gaius. And we are leaving for Goolwa.

We might stay a while longer, says Sweezus. Surf's good here.

What about Arthur? asks Gaius. Is he still coughing? 

Nah, says Sweezus. He's okay. And the glass shard popped out of his pustule.

I know! says Terence. Look! He gave it to me!

Sweezus looks at the Tic Tac box Terence is holding out for his inspection.

What's that grey stuff? asks Sweezus.

Terence did not think the Tic Tac box contained any grey stuff.

He looks in.

Bumhole! The froth he poked in with the seagrass has diminished to form a grey mush.

It's still a usable sample, says Gaius.

Where's the glass shard? asks Sweezus

Under the sand, says Terence. I trickled sand on top so it wouldn't ruin my sample.

You thought of everything, little buddy, says Sweezus.

AND, says Terence, I'm not eating my rabbit.

What rabbit? asks Sweezus.

This one, says Terence, showing Sweezus his rewrapped rabbit.

Chocolate! says Sweezus. If you're not eating it, how about I have it?

Okay, says Terence.

He gives the chocolate rabbit to Sweezus, who unwraps it and bites off its ears with one bite.

Give me the wrapper, says Terence.

Sweezus finishes the rabbit and gives Terence the wrapper.

Well, says Gaius, I must congratulate Terence on his mature behaviour.

Go on then, says Terence.

Well done Terence, for giving up your chocolate and taking charge of the wrapper, says Gaius.

Yeah, says Sweezus. So you guys are heading to Goolwa?

Looks like it, says Gaius. We'll take the bikes. Unless...?

He looks at Kant. 

Kant is not obliged to go to Goolwa by bike. It is Arthur and his pustule that caused all these switches.

And now the pustule has popped.

Bicycle it is, says Kant. I find myself enjoying the challenge.

Awesome, says Sweezus. 

You can put that in your article about me, says Kant. Should you get round to writing it.

Shit yes, says Sweezus. No worries.

Kant hands him the car keys.

Sweezus zips them into his safety pocket and heads back to the surf.

Quite mature behaviour from Sweezus as well, observes Gaius.

I did not detect that, says Kant.