Rosalind

"Three days," I say, crawling out of our makeshift shelter. "Three days of nonstop rain. I'll never be dry again. I think I've got mold growing in all my creases and crevices. I might have mushrooms growing on my ass."

"I have mangoes growing out of my pores," Orlando complains. "I've eaten fruit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for three straight days. Vegans suck donkey dicks, Wilson. Fruit is a dessert. Maybe a snack. Man cannot live on fruit alone. I'm ...