The storm raged on. It looked like all was lost.
Little Soot: “I got you, HOLD ON!”
Kimchi: “I can’t…too…slippery. If I don’t make it, tell my wife I love her”.
Little Soot: “Which one?”
Kimchi: “Well, there’s…never mind! Just give my hair-ball collection to the Maritime museum.”
Little Soot: “Can’t, we used them to plug the holes in the hull after the last storm.”
Kimchi: “WHAT?! No. Never…just…just let me go.”
Little Soot: “NO! You shall live to hack another day!”