Jamal Day 2

So it turns out that Mr. What's his face was just swallowing too much spit and he was choking on that. "Now sonny, we got find our way home so i suggest that we use my vast knowledge of the.....Oh My Great Bessie is that a speck of dirt on my freshly pressed sweater vest!!!" screamed Mr.Balone (I think that's his name). "Hmm dude that's just a bug...."  "AHHHHHHH a bug! I have a very dangerous allergy to bee stings.. GET IT OFF!"
Wow he is such a wimp I have no idea where we are but I gotta get home so I can go and get to my job ( yes I have a job, all i do is swing a sigh around for a tattoo shop)

Mr.Capone said that what we should get to the highest point and look out at the....wherever we are. In my entire life I have never seen a grown man cry and complain about dirt and bug's and sweat as much as this little prissy country club man, "OK! I am so sick of hearing about how much you miss Bessie, or how the sweat makes your face red, Just walk up the gosh darn hill or i'm gonna get my whoop on and this experience will not be pretty, so SHUSH!

I didn't hear anything else from that man the entire way up. 

When we got to the top of this mountain there were bugs and small furry things every where ( I don't think they were animals)  Mr.Sclone pulled out this humungous poncho bug repellant thing that he covered himself in and pulled a six gallon can or repellent (I am surprised he can carry that in his man purse). As I was walking over to the side of the side of the mountain... AH I just fell in this hole.. "Oh My Great Balls of Fire what is biting my leg..is..is that fire ants, Mr.Sir come Help, HELP ME!!!"  "OK I am coming first let me sanitize my hands you know those pesky germs can spread diseases like there's no tomorrow" he said casually "JUST COME HELP ME!!!" I screamed  "alright i'm finished!" He said with a smile on his face. He Pulled me out of the hole, screamed because all of the fire ants, then sprayed me with about a gallon of bug spray. " I feel like I have a shell" I said "it'll soak in faster than you can say Mr, Malone Has saved the day!"

After my traumatizing experience, Mr. Malone ( I now know his name) sprayed the terrible hole with the repellent and out popped the cutest little thing, it was like a kitten but it was a squid. I started yelling things at us but we couldn't understand any of it ( I think it said it wanted us off the mountain) but Mr. Malone tried to spray it but it bit Mr.Malone!!! His hand was so covered in blood I didn't see it, I think he bit it clean off!!

I asked the little fella, "Hey little guy, we need to get home do you think you could help us?"

It answered in a strange language then nodded yes.