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"Well, I am not dying in perfume. There's gotta be a way out."

"Mal, it's a freaking ocean." Scar said, starting to swim around looking for land.

"Can't we teleport out or something?" Mal asked, looking at Scar. He wasn't very good at teleporting yet, and didn't want to try it.

Scar tried to teleport out and instead got more perfume dumped on her head. "Bbbbbblllllluuuuuuuurrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh nasty!!!!!!"

"This is the weirdest situation I have ever found myself in. Even by Mystal's standards," Mal stated.

"Me too. I can just see the news now; Two Teenagers Dead By Perfume Drowning. Isn't that just perfect?"

"Who even likes perfume enough to make a damn ocean out of it?" Mal exclaimed, coughing as some got in his mouth. "God, it burns."

"I know a few people." Scar grit her teeth as the ocean, which had been calm before, started to pick up, as if in the beginnings of a storm.

"Are they trying to kill us?" Mal demanded as the ocean became less and less calm. His mind was racing as to who he could have pissed off that liked perfume so much. No one came to mind.

"No....I think they are just trying to teach us a lesson, in which when I mean us I mean me. Dammit Susan!" Scar now thought she knew who it was.

"What lesson could you learn in an ocean of perfume? Not to wear so much of it? And who's Susan?" Mal's arms were starting to get tired from swimming.

"The lesson of don't mess with the perfume I may have paid my brother to steal..." Scar said sheepishly. "Uh, a frenemy sort of of mine. Though why she brought you along I cannot imagine why, unless you stole some perfume of hers. Or she thought you were cute."

"Why would you pay someone to steal perfume." Mal coughed again. "Can she get us out of here anytime soon? And for the record, I didn't steal any of her perfume."

"Cause she kept spraying me with it." Scar said, coughing a bit too. It had made sense at the time. "Depends on how badly I pissed her off. You sure? She thinks the whole world's perfume is her perfume."

Mal raised an eyebrow at Scar. "I'm a guy, does it look like I want anything to do with perfume?"

"....You could be a gay guy."

"... I have a girlfriend," Mal replied, shaking his head.

"Gay guys sometimes take fake girlfriends to hide their gayness." Scar shrugged, wanting out of the ocean now.

"Yeah, well, that's not what's going on here. Now can your friend or enemy or whatever please get us out of here before I drown?"

"...And here I thought those muscles of yours were actually real." Scar said, shaking her head. "And she's not my friend. She's a crazy physco bich who freaking loves perfume." Considering Susan was probably listening in on them, that was not the smartest thing to say, but Scar of course didn't think of that.

Mal ignored her first comment and shrugged. "Well does she like dead bodies in her perfume? Because I think that if she doesn't get us out of here soon, that's exactly what she's gonna have."

"Probably not, something about how blood and stuff doesn't mix well with the smells-oh you are brilliant Mal!"

"I know I am," Mal replied, grinning. "What'd I say to earn me that title?"

"Blood! If you get cut, she'll take us out cause she hates blood for one and two, it messes up perfume!" Scar started searching her soggy pockets for her switchblade...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I did not agree to getting cut open!" Mal said, swimming a bit away from her and shaking his head.