Smuuthbrane

I read a short story with a very similar theme, could have been that book.

Closest I’ve read is Lord of the Flies.

No gills for me, sadly.

Fair. A boat anchored at a Pacific Island, while they exist.

Maybe I’ll dock at the Pacific garbage patch and distill my fuel from microplastics.

Depends, are we riding out the rise of fascism or riding out WWIII? Those are two highly different scenarios.

Either way, a Pacific island sounds nice.

Rapid vacillation between the two.

As opposed to the gluteal fissure, which is the ass crack.

Geez, no. No, no, a thousand times no.

Took me a loooong time to find one that is both.