CRASH , kirin o'connor

vi. days fifteen and sixteen

day fifteen!

luna laughed as she laid on top of kirin's back as he did push-ups, as the group came up with a plan to attack the jaguar, scotty had drawn out a picture into the sand, honestly luna couldn't clearly make out what it was but she went along with it. the rest of the boys surrounded scotty in a circle as they listened to the plan, "surround that big fucking cat on all sides, armed with baddest spears we can make, then basically stab the shit out of it. stab, stab, stab!" scotty exclaimed stabbing the sand with a stick. "ha ha. dead jaguar"

"this is the play you want us to run? i don't even know what i'm looking at here" kirin said, continuing doing push-ups. "looks like a human cell, like how we had to draw it in biology? is that a ribosome right there?" josh asked.

scotty shook his head, "that's obviously the jag!" luna looked at the sand again, "you sure, scotty?" she asked with a smile. "bo, is that not obviously the jag?" scotty asked bo as he stood beside him. "i wouldn't say 'obviously'" he replied.

"can't just ran up and stab it, dawg" kirin said, stopping the push-ups, luna moved and sat beside him. "this isn't the hood" as soon as the words came out of his mouth luna moved and slapped his arm, "kirin, shut up" she mumbled. "the hood?" scotty questioned as kirin began doing more pushups. "bitch, you don't know my life. for all you know i could live in one of those red brick, good trick-or-treating-type communities" — "he doesn't" — "okay. well, if my idea sucks, let's see you come up with one on your own. or would that jalopy-ass brain overheat, you fucking dumb-dumb?" scotty said, causing kirin to become angry. "the fuck did you just call me?" he asked standing up, luna stood up as well trying to pull the boys arm back to stop him from going at scotty.

"you heard me, big bird-ass bitch" scotty continued, bo moving in between the two boys.

"woah, guys, you guys. chill. everyone's got a point here, right? kirin's right, a direct attack would probably be a suicide mission. but, scotty, you're definitely onto something with the spears. easily our best bet, weapons-wise. badges, what do you think?" seth asked looking over at henry. "well, whatever we do, it's got to be from a distance. we don't have any long-range firearms. guess that means a trap" henry replied. "okay. i don't know if what i'm imagining is, like, a legit thing or just some indiana jones bullshit, but what if we, like, make a thatch trap, that the jag could, like, fall through?" seth questioned.

"oh, hell yeah, right onto some sharp-ass spears" scotty exclaimed. "yes. yes, why not?"

"proper term is a pit-fall trap, but, yes, theoretically that could do the job" henry confirmed. "nice, nice, nice. so now all we need is a pit big enough. could we dig one?"

"how about the bunker that you and raf found?" luna asked, glancing around at the group her eyes landing back on seth, then on raf as he stood up. "yes luna, that's what i was thinking. what if we cleaned it out?"

"yes! fuck yes! we spike the bunker" seth exclaimed, "good idea guys" he smiled at luna.

"okay, i'm new here. but cats are brilliant, right? like, i know she's not just gonna sashay over and fall in" ivan said as he laid in the sand. "maybe we could bait it. you know, like, with the turkey jerky" bo suggested. "bo, yes! fucking killer. okay. will the jerky be enough?"

"i mean, we could throw some of that spam in there too, you know, make like a shitty meat soufflé" scotty also suggested.

"holy shit. did we just do this? did we just figure this thing out? 'cause i feel like we figured this fucking thing out! guys bring it in. yeah, i know it's super cheesy, but humor me, please" seth said, everyone put their hands in as they formed a circle. "'kill a motherfucking jag', on three. one, two.. — "kill a motherfucking jag!" everyone cheered as they raised their hands up.