"What?" Mazis asked, confused.
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Mazis closed his eyes, feeling the soft ocean wind go through his hair and wings. The oceans waves crashing against the shore, just peaceful... He felt... wonderful. The sand under his pants and the sand sticking onto his bare feet and hands were just annoying to him, but in a good way. Nothing was better than sitting on a unknown abandoned island with a good friend.
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Mazis flicked one eye open to look at Josh, "Mmm." He grunted not in the mood for talking. He wasn't being anti-social, he was just... lazy. Mazis was usually lazy all the time, just sitting back, snoozing in the sun, or just sitting in front of the TV. Oh wait, Mazis never watched TV.
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"Nuuuuuuuuuuh... I'm dreaming about spaaaaaaaaace..." Mazis mumbled, lowering his head to the sand.
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LOL
________________________________"Sooooooooooo... Now what?" Josh asked, looking up at the ceiling boredly.
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Meanwhile, back at the shore. Mazis was racing along the shore line, well, more of skipping along the shoreline, carrying a bunch of coconuts in his arms. Singing, "Imma nut, I'm a nut. I dun care if I'm in a rut, Imma nut, nut nut, nuuuuuuuuuut..." while throwing some coconuts in the air as he ran.
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Mazis did a turn on his heels, running in a different direction, his arms empty after he threw the coconuts away. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. He thought, spreading out his arms. Mazis suddenly found himself falling face first into the sand, tripping on one of his coconuts. "Mmmmmmmm... Om nom nom nom..." He said, his voice muffled by the sand.
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"HEY! YOU!" Mazis said, racing up... to the flock of seagulls on the beach. "What do you think you're doing? YOU ARE ON MY FOOT PRINTS." He said, glaring down at one. "Raaaaaag!" was all the reply he got, and a couple of grunts from the others. "Oh yeah? What do you think about this?" Mazis asked, spreading out his wings and creating a powerful wind, making the seagulls blow off their feet and tumble across the sand. "YEAH! FLY AWAY POOP BRAINS!" He said throwing his arms up in the air as he watched the gulls flee.
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Oh yeah, good times... Good times. Seagulls are evil man.