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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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And now Max is out of ideas.



"At least you're alive?"

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

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Max brightens.

That's the spirit!

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

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

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"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."

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

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"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.

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

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Max snorts. "Okay."