Sam 🇨🇭

Now, we are walking to our chosen location. The beach. For whatever reason, perhaps suspicion, Mr Yashiro keeps close to Samansa and me as we walk. He can't possibly know, right?

I look over at Samansa, who has the most disgusted frown on her face. No wonder; I do too. Being this close to this smelly, old, ugly, broke, creepy, stupid... did I say ugly yet? bastard-loser, I'm surprised we haven't passed out yet.

Finally, I see the beach over the horizon. Maybe I'll even push Mr Yashiro down to the canal we are currently passing. He'll probably stink less if I do. I really hate his cologne. It really makes me gag. Sometimes, I don't even know if it's cologne or his sweat. Yuck.

As I look to my side, I see Samansa quickening her pace. This guy is wayyyyy too smelly... I think we're both about to get infected by his mere stench. It feels like I've just entered a room full of mosquitoes who carry malaria, and I can't get out no matter how hard I try! Help! It's really bad!

I didn't think I could hate the smell of... I think wood? Something green... perhaps mould? I dunno... I didn't think I could hate it any more than I already do... Geez, I hope it doesn't get windy later... that would spread his stench everywhere....

Enough about that; he doesn't deserve main character status. I looked at the beautiful clouds in the sky as I ignored Samansa's constant blabbering. Ah, so peaceful. I made sure to quicken my pace as well, now speedwalking to our final destination - the beach! We made it! Hooooray! Or... something. Samansa said that. Not me.

We got to digging. Immediately. We had no time to waste. Samansa brought water from the... water? Yeah, whatever. We made sure to get a pile of sand ready for the next phase of our plan...

Kenya and his friends were playing in the water, which sucks. He should have been helping me. Oh, and Samansa, I guess she's here too.

I suddenly felt something hit my headphones. I looked up to see an agitated beast who held her shovel... oh, never mind, it's just Samansa. Well, she was holding her shovel, pointing at Mr Yashiro, who was now... sunbathing? Ew! The poor sun! I hope it's okay...

Anyway, his taste in clothing is really bad. I'm not joking. I'm really not trying to be funny. I'm glad this plan has been going smoothly so far...

I went to help Samansa with further digging of the hole we were planning to use for scientific... purposes... research. We basically dug the equivalent of the Mariana Trench at this point.

And now... the part we've all been waiting for... mwahahaha!

Turning Mr Yashiro into a mermaidddd!! Or... merman? Never mind; all that matters is he fell asleep while tanning, so now we come in... heh!

Okay, don't ask me how we have this much strength as kids from 5th grade; we just do, okay? Like... genetics or sumth. All that matters is that Samansa and I managed to drag Mr Yashiro from his lounge spot to the hole.

Honestly.... how can someone be such a heavy sleeper? I mean, this guy was practically tossed down there and was still heavily asleep. Maybe he's secretly Batman or something and doesn't sleep at night?

Now here comes the best part: we fill the hole back up with sand, so only his head is sticking out... and we get to the actual work here.

The tail... some detail on the scales.... can't, of course, forget about the bikini top and beautiful, long, sandy locks on his hair... Yeowch, that'll be a PAIN to wash out.

But oh well, his problem, not mine! At least he'll shower for once...

NOTE FROM SAMANSA: