It was the last day of school before the Christmas break and James had decided not to go, because, well, he hadn't gone for the rest of the year either, and he didn't want to confuse the teacher with his existence on what should probably be a happy day for him. Instead, James was working on his favourite project: bullying people, tourists preferably. The tide was out and James had covered himself with the seaweed that lay scattered across the beach. Now, he was hiding behind a bend in the cliff. When he heard footsteps approach, he waited and then ran out, waving his seaweed covered arms: "BLUUUUUUHAAAAAAAGH!"