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SPEAK:YOU

...
Where... where am I?
Why, the last thing I remember... it was something about...

LOCATION:BOAT
FADEOUT:5
MUSIC:MARINA

The ocean! Of course!
If only I wasn't so groggy...

ENTER:MAR
SPEAK:MAR

CRASH:You there! Wake up and smell the salt!

SPEAK:YOU

Aaagh!

SPEAK:MAR

What the hell's YOUR problem? I'll have no woolgathering aboard my ship!

SPEAK:YOU

Isn't this more of a small boat?

SPEAK:MAR

Don't give me any of your sass, greenhorn! Holy cow, is this the kind of lame-brained scrub Scuba School is sending out these days?
How is a Fish Scientist supposed to work with this kind of material? It's an insult to Fish Science!
Now listen up, you neanderthal sea sponge! You're here to do a job, and you had better do it right.
There's something mysterious going on in the sea around these parts, and I mean to find out what it is.
If I could swim I'd go myself, but I can't. That's YOUR job.
OK, enough chit-chat! Get on with it!
...
Oh, what's with the goose look you inbred? Do you have a question or something?

QUESTION:
Yeah, what am I actually supposed to be doing?
No ma'am! I'm all over it like an anemone!
Wow... are... are those real?

HOP

