(AGAIN! TPOT 20 SPOILERS! You are One, preferably, but you can be anyone)

Three sat on her knees on the grass, glue in one hand, and half of a skateboard in the other. The other half of Nine's cracked skateboard was in front of her. Around her, every other algebralien - Besides One, but One wasnt always that noticeable anyway - was sleeping somewhere in the grass. Or in Nine's case, in a race car "bed" made of cardboard. Two was sleeping on their back not far, hand on their "stomach" and their legs crossed. Nine was in their contraption, snoring loudly. Five was sleeping in a hole beside Three.

Three squeezed out a careful line of glue along the splintered edge, pressing the board halves together. She stood up, smiling, and ran a bit before putting the board down while running and getting on, intending to try it out. It splintered under her, and she went tumbling, her body squeaking like one of those rubber ducks on each bump. She's an algebralien. Of course she sounds like a rubber duck. She ended up landing face down, her body coming to a stop with a groan after a second of sliding.