Stranded

"Alright...who would most likely become president?" Gerard asked. They all thought.

"Ray." Bob said.

"Really...you think?" Ray asked, starting to grin madly.

"I dunno...I don't think any of us are qualified." Mikey said.

"I dunno...when I had that dream that *I* was president, I was pretty damn good. Of course...everyone WAS purple..." Frank said.

"Hey...purple people have feelings too." Bob said.

"Maybe Bob should be. He could be all about standing up for the Purple People's rights. "President for the Purple People." Ray said.

"Exactly WHY are we talking about this?" Mikey asked.

"You're just jealous because you wouldn't be as good of a president as Ray." Gerard said.

"...Or Bob." Ray added.

"No. Not at all." Mikey said. He just sat back, and frowned. "Wait! Who says I wouldn't be as good a president??? I could beat both Ray AND Bob to a pulp."

"Yeah...talking about beating people to a pulp will always get votes." Gerard said sarcastically.

"C'mon...none of us are actually going to be president. Let's just continue with the game." Ray said. "Mikey, your turn."

"Alright. But just know that I *could* be president." Mikey mumbled.

"Yes, we know. No go." Bob said.

"Alright....who will most likely-" Mikey started. He was cut off by a cough. They all turned...it was coming from Frank.

"I don't feel so good..." Frank said. He then starting to throw up.