"It's on like Red Dawn.."

An eventful day on the island. Ilya was pleasently reading my previous blog post, when...

bam. Pris throws him in a giant cup of absinthe, and proceeds to dance upon his back in an acrobatic-fashion...

After relentlessly trouncing his absinthe-soaked body, she gracefully kicked up and off of his back, delivering one final blow...

To his lifeless, floating corpse.

But don't get too sad just yet. Later that evening, a mysterious white van pulled up on the beach. A voice called out from inside..."Come here Pris, I have candy.." The voice from the van obviously didn't know that Pris doesn't have a sweet tooth...the trap didn't work.

But alas, a cloaked figure popped out and threw her in the back of the van, tying her up bondage-style.

From under the cloak, Ilya's evil grin peeked out...he slammed the door shut, laughing maniacally. Feeling vindicated, he enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun rising at dawn...but not so fast, dear Ilya..

Suddenly, from behind, an enormous spider comes, ready for battle...

Caught off-guard, Ilya morphs himself into the Stay Puft man...what a mistake. The vicious spider beings chomping at the crotch of Mr. Puft..

Not a moment too soon, Ilya recovered from his crotch chomping just long enough to also morph into a giant spider..

and off they ran, fighting, destroying, wreaking general havoc across the island. Having been busy photographing the whole thing, I realized that Pris was still trapped in the back of that white van..

I apologetically untied her...eventually she forgave me for not helping, but had a massive headache from the whole thing..

So we decided to roast marshmellows, the ultimate headache cure. Unfortunately, I ended up roasting my knee instead and Pris was so messed up from being in the van that she couldn't even find the fire.

The end.