After a long deliberation, we each decided that if we were going to survive on the deserted island much longer, one of us would have to give up his body for food. And, we all agreed that we should eat the weakest person which was Carl. He was a real trouper, though. And he seemed to find peace in the idea that he was sacrificing his life to save the rest of us. It was an incredibly touching moment but it kind of got ruined when the rescue ship showed up while we were cooking the Carl.
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