here we are again, another stupid adventure that john b insisted we’d investigate. you could’ve been at your friends house, watching movies and doing each other’s makeup like any other friday night, but no, your here for your other friends, the pogue ones. its not like you rather be with the snobby kook girls anyway, but relaxing on the couch with a face mask sounds better then sitting on a boat in gross water while your basically committing a felony.

right now your on the hms pogue, checking out the scuba gear john b stole from the camerons, it just keeps getting worse. your trying to figure out how you guys are gonna dive down and check out the missing boat.

“does anybody know how to dive?” kie asked as she held the scuba meter in her hands. it was of course silent.

“its kinda a kook sport,” jj buts in, shrugging his shoulders.

“uh, I read about it,” pope says, obviously not any help.

“great pope read about it, someones gonna die,” kie says sarcastically, shes over it.

“l-look, you put the thing in your mouth and breath, how hard can at be?” jj asks dumbly.

“well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends,” pope says, looking up at jj.

“bends like, bend it over and” “the bends kill you,” pope says, no one laughs at jjs joke.