[It seems Rosenkrantz fell into the unlucky category because by the time he stumbles upon the scene, that fella over there is as naked as a jaybird. At first, he didn’t even notice the guy since he was so caught up in his thoughts. There’s something strange about this place, something that doesn’t quite sit right with him. While he can’t place his finger on it, something in the back of his mind says this wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Unfortunately, whatever other scholarly thoughts he had gets sidelined once he sees this naked bastard in the water taking a soak.]
Eh?!
[He does an honest to God doubletake once he sees him. His lone green eye staring back in disbelief. The other is thankfully closed and unable to witness this debauchery.]
Put your shrimp back in your pants, buddy! This isn’t that kind of beach!
Summer Arrivals
Terribly wrong.
Unfortunately, whatever other scholarly thoughts he had gets sidelined once he sees this naked bastard in the water taking a soak.]
Eh?!
[He does an honest to God doubletake once he sees him. His lone green eye staring back in disbelief. The other is thankfully closed and unable to witness this debauchery.]
Put your shrimp back in your pants, buddy! This isn’t that kind of beach!