. he was to be eaten and he had no hope of escape now. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with the idea of eating him, too. No one protested the notion t...at he should be the evening meal. Wait, he wouldn’t have to eat himself, too, would he? God, he hoped not!That was his last thought before his tongue was yanked out with pincers and he passed out from pure agony. When he awoke again, he was seated at the table as he was served a smoothie of some sort. To his sickening horror, Eugene saw even. Oh, soldier man, Mahalo nui loa (Thank you very much) for your service.I replied with ‘A’ ole pilikia (You’re Welcome.) She replied, how might I serve you today?I ordered a Hawaiian pinna colada, which is served within a coconut with slices of pineapple rings around the rim.She brought it to me, saying lamapa’ipa’I niu inu (Cocktail Coconut Drink) for you.I watched as she moved away her hips swaying and when the cultural dance of hula was initiated, she joined the other ladies to convey the. I justwanted to see what it was like. I just wanted to meet people and seewhat happened. I?d unpacked my cello and found my desk, smiled at thekindly old lady who?d handed me the music for the evening, hiked up myskirt and gotten ready to play."Hello! I?m Sarah," she?d said, sitting down next to me in tight blackjeans and a mustard sweater. She had short blonde hair, a pixie cutthat suited her, shockingly applied mascara and chipped green nailpolish. I knew right then we would be. His dad was usually too cheap to buy him anything. His mom was too lazy and too stupid to bake a cake. And his sister -- well, Kelly usually gave him something, but it was mostly grief.Then there was this year. This year was going to be different. He had started making his plans months ago, when the idea first came to him. It had taken long preparation. Getting the right materials. Practicing. What was worse, practicing in front of the family, where everyone could see him fail. But that was an.