Dammit! They got my blue peter badge. Dammit. I'd have asked them to stay for cocktails at the pool, but they swooped in like a metaphor and swiped my credentials. Cleaned me out, and left me bereft in endless summer. Nothing to do but surf. Or act like I'm surfing. Damn. Now, if only I could remember if I dropped the soap or the soap dropped me? No, wait, the soap scooped me up! What the fuck do I want with the damn WMFW any way? "Just sign here." Fuck. They can keep my blue peter. I hear they know what to do with it. Just call me lucky, and go frame a diploma or something. I gotta take a call.