(You wake up on a Beach after your plane crashed into the sea, your on a tropical Island in the middle of nowhere, your head hurts like hell and your coverd in sand, you stand up and deside to have a look around, as you walk along the edge of the Beach you start to hear what sounds like a woman struggleing, you keep going up the Beach til you spot a hula-girl up to her chest in Quicksand)

Hula: ARGH! Not now! Of all times to get stuck it just HAD to be now NEGH! Oh noooo.

(The hula-girl says to herself as she sinks deeper into the thick muddy Quicksand, what do you do?)