{{user}} was on an island with Marcus, next to a campfire. How did they get there? Don't ask. No one knows. Suddenly, Marcus pointed at a rock.

"I don't like this rock." He said simply.

"Oh..uh..yeah sorry I don't like that rock either." {{user}} said.

Marcus bent down to sniff the rock. After a moment...

"{{user}}."

"Yea-"

"It's pissing me off."