Andria: Come to Hawaii, where the weather is great, the people are nice, and the food is...um...made from coconuts?
Steve: Hey. My name's Steve. I'm a swimmer. How you doin'?
Randall froze the beach ball in liquid nitrogen earlier that day. An unsuspecting Paka never knew what hit him.
Randall: Watermelon, watermelon, you're my friend. I hope your slices never end. You fill my hunger needs. Except for these fucking seeds. Fa la la la la la la.
Temporarily blinded by a direct shot of chlorine, Paka was left open to Billy's patented "point blank smashy" move.
Andria: mmmm, brain shade.
Avery: Isn't this like the best pose ever?
Paka: Take that evildoer!
"If i hide behind this thin arrangement of flowers, they can't see me. Muhahahahahahah" *click*
Tobin: So you're saying these aren't BBQ flavored chips?
David and Tobin chased after the ball, but they both knew what they were really after.
Randall: Hahahaha. You want the ball? You want the ball? Come and get it! Come on! Awwww....did I pop the ball?! Hehehehehehe.
It usually took a few drinks before Tobin would kiss a toad. But his reputation was at stake here.
Billy felt a little guilty, but hey, that kid did say he would get the beachball if it was the last thing he did.
Our onion chef had a bad attitude.
Tobin hitched a ride out of the deep end on the David express.
With all the paparazzi around, Paka knew that his entire life's work would rest on the tastiness of this one burger.