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Jack
I'm tangled in a fishing net down at the harbour. That's why I'm texting you now.
I was trying to trap this alien who was hanging out near Cardiff Bay. The alien was actually not an alien at all. It was a Sea Devil.
The Sea Devil ran back in the water and over the trap I set in it. Now I'm hanging seven feet from the bay.
I swear I wasn't drinking. This has nothing to do with Captain Morgan. Bring wirecutters. And don't bring Ianto, please.
I thought the Sea Devil could cut through rope, okay?
Owen