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Hurley sits at the bar, staring at the door back to the island.

Is he allowed to be just 'Hey guys, I found a magic bar in my cave, lets all go get a meal and a shower!'? Or... how does he explain how he suddenly seems to have showered?

Hurley suddenly realizes he has to keep 'magic bar in my cave' a secret.

And he's going to need to get dirty as soon as he gets back.

Which should probably be soon.

Since they might be worried about how long he's been gone.

Crap.

Hurley pouts and eats a leg of fried chicken. You know, for breakfast.

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"Like... two days," he says. "Your last name is really Smart? That has got to suck to live up to, dude."

"Me, too! Three, actually."

Beat.

"... not really," he says, unable to hide a smug grin. "I think I do a pretty good job of living up to it."

Once unleashed, Max's ego knows no bounds.

Hurley chuckles. "Probably do. I mean, you're smart enough to start the day with waffles."

And chocolate milk!

(With a swirly straw, of course.)

"So," he says, after snickering, "where and when are you from, Hurley?"

"Ummm... I'm from California, I guess. 2004," Hurley says. "But I'm... yeah, that's right."

He decides scarring everyone with 'desert island plane crash' isn't a good move.

Yeah, but.

This is Max.

So.

"... you don't sound too sure about that."

"...I'm... stuck on an island where my plane crashed," Hurley says.

Blink.

Blink, blink.

"You survived a plane crash?"

Hurley nods, then shoves some chicken in his mouth hoping to avoid more awkward questions.

"Wow."

Okay, yeah, Max can take a hint.

"You must've been really happy to find this place, then, huh?"

It's only now that Max is beginning to see the perks of being here.

Hurley nods. "Though it kinda sucks, because if I tell anyone, they'll just think I'm crazy."

"Ah. Yeah."

He hadn't thought about that.

"... that does suck. You know time stops outside the door, though, right? Back in your world. So it won't be like you were gone for two days."

"Yeah, I know that now," Hurley says. "Which is good, cause... otherwise they'd think I was eaten by a boar or something."

Max nods and offers Hurley some of his waffles.

"I can't imagine ever being stuck on an island," he mutters. "Do you have a little colony set up or something?"

Sorry, Hurley — Max can't help it. He's naturally curious.

"Dude, we've been there for, like, eight days," Hurley says. "We just managed to move some of us into some caves."

"Oh."

He looks apologetic.

"Well, at least you've got caves? I mean — maybe you could take some stuff from here and bring it back. Like blankets or something. Say you found them in a suitcase?"

"...yeah, I'm not in charge of suitcase finding. And Sawyer would probably just steal them all," Hurley says.

And now Max is out of ideas.

"At least you're alive?"

"Yep," Hurley says. "And I get to eat waffles and chicken."

Max brightens.

That's the spirit!

"And just about anything else you can think of."

Hurley nods. "Mainly, I'm just glad for the chicken. We kinda have a... chickenless island."

"If it's one of those tropical islands in the middle of nowhere, I think I'd be more than a little surprised to see chickens. But you said you had boar, so... can't taste that bad, right? It's like pork. Only meaner."

"Yeah," Hurley says. "We have a crazy bald guy who kinda goes all master-hunter for us."

"A crazy bald guy, huh? Does he go by the title of Chief?"

Inside, Max is cracking up at his own joke.

Chief would probably have clocked him one, for that.

"Umm... no," Hurley says. "I don't think so."

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