Quiet down, everyone. If we could all just find our seats here. James? James, I'll need you to sit down. Well, for two reasons: one, because I have the conch shell and two, because I'm motherfucking Matthew Fox.
Because we agreed that whoever has the conch gets to talk, James. Well has anyone else here been nominated for a Teen Choice Award? I didn't think so. No, Steve, nobody cares that you have a P-H-whatever.
Yes, very mature, Steve. I'm sure we're all very amused at the idea of me having sexual congress with the conch.
Okay, let' quiet down. So far, there have been no rescue attempts and I think it' reasonable to assume that it might be a while before we are rescued. Now, fresh water shouldn't be too difficult to find, but it will only sustain us for a few days. More importantly, we're going to need food, and I think we'll all agree that we only have one clear option. That's right-I think it' time we thought about eating each other' flesh.
More on that later.
Quiet down, please-I'm still speaking. Now, look at the ground. We started here, in Cleveland, and were headed here, south, to Akron. That's at least 40 miles, people. By my calculations, we veered off course to the west by at least 4-maybe 6-miles, thanks to James, who just had to go to the bathroom. Thanks a lot, James.
So if we were headed south, but then turned west, and"¦ Oh my God-that means we're 10 miles off course. They won't know where to look for us.
James. James! Please get off your cell phone while I'm speaking. No, I don't care about this "triple A" business. We need to worry about surviving, not a bunch of crazy letters. Because I have the conch, that's why. Yes, I know it's a Starbucks travel mug, but we agreed that we would refer to it as "the conch" from here on in. Matthew motherfucking Fox agreed, that' who!
Now, which human we decide to feast upon is going to be-hey, I don't want to hear any more nonsense about the "Hardee's" on the other side of the "highway." Let's be practical, people.
Now, as I was saying before Steve
interrupted me"¦ Nicole, you've lived a long, healthy life, and, well, simply put, there's a lot of you to go around. This is not time to get offended, Nicole. Yes, 130 pounds
is overweight. Well I think it is. Don't roll your eyes at me.
You've lived a full, vivacious 26 years, and I think it's time you sacrificed yourself for the good of the group. Now is no time to be a coward, Nicole.