Yosuke found himself lying there, digging through the trenches of his own sensation cortex to deactivate the dehydration alert. He could not. He was out of soda in the bath house, surely dying.  

             "Goodbye, world," He let out in between deep, controlled breaths, "It was... fun."

            But, alas! Those were not his deep, cool inhalations and exhalations! They were of Charlie! The great, benevolent Charlie! Hear at last, a human barge of Tap-dat-ass soda! Yosuke was saved!

            "'Ey, yo, Yoskehy! Dawg, you ain't groovin' too good. Need a delicious bev-erage?"

            "Boy, do I!"

            Yosuke jumped up, suddenly unaware of his severe vertigo and only to quickly collapsed into the arms of Charlie. Through the leader's light-fabric shirt, the fading Yosuke could feel Charlie's taught, slim stomach. It was soothing. As Yosuke drifted -