Chester chugged the mug of beer as Chadwick cheered him on, and so did the rest of the fraternity. "CHUG CHUG CHUG!" They all shouted, followed by their howling from deep within their chests, the howls echoed over the small part of the island, and the day-party went on, Macario barely keeping up with Chester, whom was getting more and more drinks in as time passed. Getting a feel for the island and the orange and salmon clad guys who inhibited it, Chester didn't recall the red dudes being this..[i]Rad[/i] last time he had met them, they were stuck up pricks last time.

"You know, Chad. Is it okay if I call you Chad?"

"It's fine if you call me Chad, Chest." Chadwick responded.

"I will punch you." Chester quickly said with a blank expression

"Please don't." Chadwick replied, looking down at the floor for a second.

As they were talking, they were interrupted by a young man, probably about Chester's age, a few years younger, perhaps, busted into the bar they were seated in. "PANTY RAID!" He shouted. "THE GREENS ARE COMING! They're out for payback for our raid at their beach party this morning, prepare for a brawl, boys!" The man shouted, and soon, the whole bar was errupted into the same howls that the fratboys had done before.

"A what now?" Chester asked. "Long standing tradition, our enemies are coming to raid our sororities, they're gonna steal their underwear, we have to stop them. It's a bit of rough housing, it's good, clean fun."

"Neat." Chester added, looking back at his tighly - clad companion. "We should help out. I have debt to pay, after all." Chester said, with glee in his voice. 


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Kuhn glanced at Lina. "Captain can't swim? What sorta pirate is he?"

As Lina suggested they would look everywhere, Kuhn nodded. "Uh-huh." They landed on the side side of the shore, a bit away from the beach, the Breeze could handle the shallow waters just fine. Kuhn jumped out, and walked towards land, where the torn tents stood, beer bottles were everywhere, and red spray paint was all over the place, the green and earthly brown clored tents were all mudded down, torn or lit on fire. "What kind of animal did this?" Kuhn asked, and a young girl looked up at him from the side of the beach. "The red fools did this, and they'll pay."