Today Mr. X had to dress up in a dress. This guy called King Neptune and his freak of a son and his queen who are supposedly in charge of the sea ordered us to make a play. If we did a good job, we could go. If we didn't, we were going to be fed to the pirhanas.
     The person who was in charge of our play said that Mr. X might have to kiss another characcter. Ew. Since Mr. X has excellent negotiation skills, he finally got (I forget her name) to let us not kiss. I can't believe that the missionary didn't have to go through this. He is so fat and he really deserves to do this. I really don't understand why.
     Mr. X finally got past King Neptune but he had to give up his shotgun. I shall have revenge! At least, I still have my knife that I got from the natives. After this weird ceremony, Mr. X needed a beer—drastically. So, he found a beer rolling around on the deck and sipped it down. Then Mr. X got a little drunkish. When he finally got back to the real world, he found Agent X. They talked. Mr. X really needed to get to sleep so he staggered off to his room and went to sleep.
     While he was sleeping, he had a dream that a big purple elephant came down to him and he hopped on and he flew away into the air. Well, Mr. X is signing off...
     Bye.

P.S.	Actually he didn't really talk to King Neptune. He actually threw a fit until everyone decided that it would be simpler to let him do this. So, once again, Bye.
P.P.S.	No one has seen the bird yet. I wonder why. Well, once again, Bye.