Today is Friday, the 12th of October 2018.
Kylie is calling from Hawaii, the Aloha State. The jump was too big, the llama cries. We are flying too high. We are flying too close to the sun. Our wings are made of feathers and wax and they are going to melt, the llama cries.
But the llama is getting quieter with each and every piña coladas it has in Elvis' beach bar. Yes, Bromford Bibble, this bar really exists and Kylie and llama found it within the first two hours after they arrived on Maui, one of the main islands.
I can hear the llama shout in the background now that it likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain.
The beach bar is called "Mr. Mojo Rising", Kylie says. Elvis is the owner and he has got a partner, a co-owner whose name is James Douglas Morrison. He is a bearded man, Kylie says, one of the quiet type of men. And they have a waitress there with a dramatic make-up, tattooed arms and a black beehive hairstyle. Her name is Amy.
Elvis' son-in-law - Michael J. - sings and dances there from time to time, sweet little melodies to acoustic guitar. He says he is tired of stadium concerts with high pitched screams and moonwalks, Kylie says.
ZOMBIES !!!
the llama shouts
WE ARE SURROUNDED BY THE LIVING DEAD !!!
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