Title:           Sunny In Cleveland, Part 10: Waterlogged
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/RuquAE3e
First Edit:      Monday 24th of September 2012 05:51:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 24th of September 2012 05:51:03 PM CDT

"Look, Sunsplash! We're almost out of here!"
"Yay! Daddeh bestest daddeh evah!"
>Jen stops and looks at you
"But...how are we gonna get out of here? Don't we need keys for one of these boats?"
>Anon yells from the inside of a pretty large boat
"Don't worry! I know how to hotwire this fucker! Let's see...this is the keyswitch...just touch these...aaaaand..."
>The boat starts up
"Anon...why do you know how to do this?"
"Can't really talk about that."
"Alright, then...Let's get out of here."
>You set sail on Lake Erie, heading northwest toward Erie, Michigan
>You lay down below deck in the boat's lounge
>Whoever owned this thing sure had good taste
"So, Anon...how far away are we?"
"That's CAPTAIN Anon to you..."
>You sigh
"Alright...CAPTAIN Anon, how far are we from shore?"
"That's better...maybe like two, three hours."
>You lay back down, cradling Sunsplash to your chest
>Jen is standing out on deck, watching the water
"Hey, Jen...what are you gonna do after all this is over?"
"I never really thought about it...I probably don't have a home to go back to..."
>You nearly slap yourself for bringing that up
>Her house or apartment or whatever was probably eviscerated in the blast
>Nice going, dick
"Oh...well, I'm sure it'll all work out..."
"Yeah..."
>At least you're almost out of this mess
"GUYS, HANG ON TO SOMETHING!"
>You feel the boat lurch as Anon suddenly cuts power to the propeller
>Then you hear screaming
"Oh for fuck's sake."
>You go up on deck and see that some debris from Cleveland has floated out onto the lake
>And some fluffies have hitched a ride on it
"Scawy fwoaty munstah! Nu huwt fwuffy!"
>How the hell have they not drowned?
>The debris field is pretty big
>There must be at least 200 of them out here
"Shit, guys...boat won't start back up."
>You look over the edge and see that you've struck some of the debris
>AND a few fluffies
>The wreckage from Cleveland tore a hole in the boat's gas tank
>There's gasoline leaking out into the water
"Oh, shit...Anon, is there anything at all you can do?"
"No...nothing's happening."
"Great..."
>A Unicorn fluffy waddles forward on his little raft
"Dis Smawty's fwoaty! Hooman munstas weave or hewd gif big owwies!"
>Goddammit
>Even if you're in the middle of a fucking lake, miles from civilization, the little bastards manage to find you and send their smarty after you
>You still want to avoid making things any worse
"Listen, little guy...we can't leave. Our boat's broken."
"Den Smawty gun gif you owwies!"
>The smarty puffs up his cheeks and begins sparking his horn
"Woah! Don't-"
>The sparks immediately ignite the gasoline
>The water around the herd goes up in flames
"Marcus...is that the shark from Cleveland?"
>You turn around and look out at the water
>Sure enough, a large fin is moving toward the boat
>Either the movement of the debris, or your boat must have attracted it
>The fluffies shitting and pissing all over couldn't have helped
"WAAAHHHH! BUWNY! OWWIES! HEWP FWUFFY!"
>Most of the fluffies are now on fire
>The shark circles the wreckage, waiting to make its move
>Suddenly, a group of fluffies jumps from the debris into the water
>The shark bolts toward them and they are quickly devoured
>Many more fluffies follow suit, either burning, drowning, or being eaten
>Soon enough, the entire herd is dead
>You and Jen stare, your mouths agape
>Anon is filming the whole thing on his phone
"...and that one's for Shark Week."
>Jen looks at you
"What now...we can't sail anywhere now."
"Right...and we can't swim either..."
>You sit down, pondering your options
>The boat's probably beyond repair after that fire
>Even if you could fix it, your gas is all gone now
>Can't swim...the distance is much too great
>Besides, there's a fucking shark in the lake
"Well, guys...for the moment, we appear to be shit out of luck."
>Suddenly, you hear the sound of an engine
>Another boat?
>You stand up and, sure enough, see a boat heading towards your group
>A voice comes over a megaphone
"Are there any survivors aboard? Please respond."
>All three of you start waving your arms and shouting
>Within a few minutes, you're onboard the rescue boat in warm towels with food and water
>Looks like things are finally going your way