We can stay. I told Hermes it didn't matter. Cause it doesn't. It's just gonna be another year of self-distraction. The activity to which I have most grown acustomed ever since signing on as his personal assistant. Hermes Galos, trusted funded and self-proclaimed idea man, had a knack for nothing. I sipped really old scotch and tossed gold dipped golf balls into the Pacific. The seagulls seemed confused. I wasn't. I didn't care. The checks cleared and I had most nights to myself. I almost felt bad for Hermes but then he came down the stairs in his chain mail titanium boxers.
"They're sharky-proof," drecreed Hermes, "no sharky!"