Coping With Loss in La Jolla

(somewhere on a sunny beach in La Jolla, Callifornia)

Brad: Brah! Good waves out there today.

Jackson: Totally, brah. And my gal K8 [ed. note–literally spelled that way] packed me a whole box of fresh fish tacos.

Brad: Rad! With the guac?

Jackson: Yup. And I made some of that mango salsa.

Brad: Sweet. So, did you go to the game last night?

Jackson: Nah, brah. It was Monday, you know? That’s Monday margaritas on the beach, and I can’t skip that, right? So we all sold our seats to some Steeler fans for the game.

Brad: Totally, brah. We did that, too. Like, what, I’m gonna watch the Chargers lose when I can watch a bonfire on the beach and Lance is gonna break out the ukulele? As if.

Jackson: Seriously, brah.

Brad: Seriously.

Jackson: Hey… did you just hear something? (open in a new tab and just let it play)

Brad: Yeah, what is thaOH MY GOD, BRAH!

BOLTMAN: [otherworldly, inhuman scream]

[Ed. Note–Brad and Jackson were never seen again, though some claim you can still hear them scream in an ancient and forgotten language when the wind blows as tide rolls in at night]