Dear lord, I feel like it's been an eternity on this island. I came here with high hopes of finding women just waiting, in fact ACHING to be taken. On the contrary, dear friend, these women are only interested in our culture, and seem to lack any libido whatsoever. I use the word "women" VERY loosely though, for a less feminine lot I have never seen. In fact, they shall henceforth be known by me as woMEN. These females, for how motherly they are, show no attractive traits whatsoever. There is also barely anything to do, for they do not know of the one thing that keeps our great nation going: competition. There's something funny about all of them too. I once read an article about the strange occurrences that happen when women live together. It's quite odd. Van and Jeff seem to miraculously love it here. Ridiculous. Jeff's a dirty traitor, and I can see his alliances shifting by the minute. He's starting to criticize mankind and society as we know it. Dispicable. Van too seems to enjoy his captivity. I would be fine if they would just let us see the girls! I know there are girls here! I've seen them! But for some reason, these old hags don't trust us with them. Damnations! Our escape attempt failed miserably, and now I can't envision any other way of leaving this wretched island, save for committing suicide. I can't and won't give up hope though. Soon enough, we'll set sail for America and I'll be back to all the girls I can get ahold of.
-Terry
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