George: What’s wrong Billy?
Billy: I’m bummed.
George: Why?
Billy: I wrecked my Sea Doo and killed some tortoises in the process.
George: What?!
Billy: I was at Lake Havasu and there were some guys on Jet Ski’s doing tricks off of a ramp, so
I decided to try it with my Sea Doo. Boy, big mistake! I’ve got the throttle pegged, hit the
ramp doing about 50 and lost it. The Sea Doo goes one way and I go the other. I landed in the
water so I was fine, but my boat flew into some rocks and smashed several desert tortoises who
were basking on them. It was horrific. Shattered shell fragments, tortoise and Sea Doo parts everywhere.
The ones who escaped scurried off screaming "Murderer!"
Billy: I feel terrible for killing those innocent tortoises.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to ride a Sea Doo again.
George: Why don’t you write a requiem? Maybe that would help alleviate the guilt.
Billy: A requiem! What a perfect idea! I feel better already. After I write the piece I'll go to my local dealer and buy
myself a Sea Doo RXX.
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