The Island Master lay paralyzed on the sofa, rolling his eyes at the woman who poured grape juice into a wine glass, and said speechlessly, "You're so childish."
The woman couldn't be bothered with him and continued sipping her grape juice.
"You don't even comfort me, I almost got swallowed by my pet Golden Python, it was a near-death experience!"
"Well, that's your own fault. You haven't been taking care of it, so it doesn't see you as its master at all."
"Damn thing, I won't keep it anymore!"
Suddenly, the phone rang.
The Island Master, still angry, hung up the call.
But the phone rang again, and with a temper, he hung up once more.
The phone rang a third time; he picked it up, sounding unfriendly, "Spit it out already!"
The Assistant Director didn't care about his attitude; his voice was urgent, "Tell me, has something unclean appeared on the island!"
"Unclean thing?" The Island Master was momentarily unresponsive.
"Like, something like 'woo woo woo'."
