Zach’s Punishment

Salrah wakes up hungry and burgerless. “Alright, who cancelled our burger order? Because if nobody confesses and I have to hack our memory to find out you’re really not going to like your punishment. I’m giving you until the time this coffee is done to confess, and you’ll get to choose your punishment.”

The coffee starts brewing. Breaking under pressure, Zach comes forward: “I did it… I’m just freaking out at this hotel.”

The coffee finished and he begins to cry, wondering if he could have ran away before the memory was hacked. Salrah pours a cup and drinks it black. “You clearly need help and can’t be making decisions for our body and throwing money away that’s already gone towards food when we’re not eating.” She finishes the cup of coffee rather quickly; “Now, you can choose between the Fishing Boat punishment, where you’ll eat nothing but fried fish, potatoes, and veggies and apple sauce…”

She pauses for his reaction; “I… Don’t want to be isolated, I think that’s my main issue.” Salrah nods.

With a showman’s gesture she says “There’s also the Camp Lazlo House, which is an exact replica of our grandma in Wisconsin’s house, except the only people you’ll be socializing with is our grandma and the characters from Camp Lazlo. You’ll be eating-“

“That one!” He says without hesitation. “That one doesn’t seem so bad to be trapped in for 3-7 days.” He sighs in relief as he could have been forced on the Fishing Boat.

“I’m going to have to handcuff you to take you there.” She takes out a pair of pink leopard print fuzzy handcuffs.

“Do they have to be the bondage handcuffs?” Not wanting his friends to see this, but maybe being slightly into it.

“I’m a slut, not a cop.” Salrah says. And so Zach visits the Camp Lazlo House.