Lucas Cordoy; Food and Water; Ability to Build Fire
It was hard to get my thoughts straight when there were so many foreign voices around me. I was Lucas. I knew that much but little else. It was like waking up to find that I had only my clothes and a name badge. Except the name badge was in my head. Or was it? Was I wearing one? Opening my eyes slowly, I looked down and grinned. Nope, no name badge. Whoever I was, I was bloody funny though. Grabbing a handful of my T-shirt, I read it out loud:
"Fat people are hard to kidnap. Dude! That's hilarious!" With a lop-sided grin, I let the material fall and looked down at me. "Too bad I'm not fat because it sure as hell seems like I've been kidnapped." And then I really looked around and felt my eyes go wide. "Dude! You guys have weapons!" I wriggled back and nearly fell over a bag I'd been using as a pillow. Picking it up, I got to my feet and backed off. "I've got a- I've got a-" And I meant to threaten them with whatever I had except it turned out to be a very heavy bag with packets of food and bottles of water. "Nethermind. I just have food and water, how bloody stupid is that?" Grumble, grumble.
Then I had another thought. "Hey... hey, hey! What do I look like, yeah? Someone tell me what I look like?" Was I handsome? Like James Bond handsome, now that was an awesome guy! Hey, wait. Who was this Bond fellow, was that me? Except naw, I was Lucas Cordoy apparently. Oh yeah. Bond. Like on TV Bond? TV being... TV being something really cool. Aw shit. How hard did I bang my head? "I'm Bond by the way. James Bond." Duuuuude! This was so totally cool!
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