All aboard for Inish Moore.

Tell me again why we're boarding a small-ass boat when we just got off a big-ass boat.

Shh, cruise lady seems like them.

Welcome! Or as they say in Ireland,

Cadet Milay Falta.

So excited that all of you are guests of the Queen Bee's inaugural jewels of the British Isles

voyage. I already told us that every morning on the announcements.

And before every dinner and on that weird commercial that plays on repeat every time we turn on the TV in our cabin.

Today you're in for a special treat. Ineshmore, old stone churches, beautiful bike paths, stunning views of the sea.

How about cell access?

Hey, I'm into Twitch as much as the next dude, but you've literally spent this entire trip

under that gross comforter on your bed, which is probably covered in the E. coli, by the way,

reading that cinder block of a novel of yours. You need fresh air, dude. I don't want you get scurvy.

You get scurvy from lack of vitamin C, according to, I guess, Bill Nye the Science Guy or whatever.

Also, that cinder block of a novel is an anticipated work of fiction genius.

And if I don't devourate immediately, I might accidentally hear a spoiler.

Nancy, if you ever come across anyone who blows through those books as fast as you do, you've met your soulway.

No insurance waivers to sign?

How un-American.

And what did she say about everyone signing up for a day of relentless pedaling?

Guess mom and dad want us to do something as a family, which wouldn't be so terrible?

Hmm, you've forgotten so soon the important thing about me and bikes, my terrible twin.

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