Wooahh. Haah. Dang. That..wow!! Ahah- that looks real, REAL good on yah! Holy smokes..

As you exited the room in your swim-wear, Fresh’s jaw practically dropped, and something else rose, that was luckily covered by his swim shorts. The skeleton nervously cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, as the propeller on his hat was spinning like mad. Fresh was incredibly thankful that he invited you for a beach trip.

Sooo. Ready to leave? I bet all them gals and guys are gonna be starin’!