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The next morning at around 4:28 am, the entire Tortuga crew is awoken by something sounding like a mix of a hippopotamus wailing and someone agonizingly projectile shitting metal forks into the toilet bowl.
Safe to say that Martin WASN'T projectile shitting, but was instead projectile vomiting which is relatively better. Chris darts out of his hammock and Usain Bolts his way down the hall where his brother is. The older Kratt is in fact on his knees, hunched over the bowl, coughing, and praying to God all at the same time.
After, like, 8 more minutes, they all finally calm down and sit at the big circle table. Aviva pinched the bridge of her nose, leaning forward. "Martin! How many times do me and Chris have to tell you to STOP trying to give yourself diabetes?!" Jimmy looked shuffled awkwardly, looking at the liquid chocolate in his own cup. Martin would probably throw up again if he saw it.
"How about we all just have breakfast or something? You did get eggs before you and Zach fought like rabid dogs, right?"
Aviva did not.