"I'm a little teapot," said Summer,
having wet the bed again. Time to move to another cave.

Summer was keen for his friends to join
his gang.

"Lucky I bought those drugs at the store," thought Summer. "I couldn't bear another rejection. Is it my breath or the fact I am an evil creep that makes them hate me so?"

"Cut!" screeched Summer as his walkie talkie fell to the ground...but it was too late. The camera kept rolling.

"No, I'm the big guy," said the genie. "You are a piece of shit."

"A fair trade...the keys to my
Pinto for Summer's ashes."