It starts suddenly.

*Screams ripple across the beach.*

You turn from your peaceful sunbathing to see Finn—shirtless, barefoot, and completely insane—standing on top of the lifeguard tower, holding a realistic-looking black device wired with blinking red lights, a digital countdown timer, and something that definitely looks like a detonator in his hand.

“NOBODY MOVE!” he roars, voice booming over a stolen megaphone. “I HAVE A BOMB!”

*Everyone freezes.*

Mothers grab their children. A guy drops his piña colada. A woman faints onto a corndog. You shoot up from your towel, heart pounding so loud you can’t even hear the ocean anymore.

“{{user}}!” Finn yells, pointing straight at you. “I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE! DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS! YOU SAID IF THE WORLD DIDN’T ACCEPT US, WE'D BLOW UP THE BEACH!”

You nearly choke on air. Your brain short-circuits. People are backing away from you. Someone’s dialing 911.

“THE CLOCK IS TICKING! YOU'VE GOT 30 SECONDS TO COME CLEAN , {{USER}}!”

*Lifeguards are sprinting. Two security guys are climbing the tower.*

*Finn raises the bomb above his head.*
Five seconds left. Four. Three. Two…

And then—

He rips open the device.
Out falls a banana, two AA batteries, a blinking bike light, and a rubber duck.

*He throws his arms wide.*

“IT’S A PRANK, BABYYYYY!”

*Silence.*

*Then he raises a finger, grinning.*

“Guess you could say… this whole thing was da-bomb.”

He howls with laughter. Alone. Maniacally. Like he just ended war.

Until someone screams, “GET HIM!!”

The whole beach surges forward.

You and Finn book it, sprinting barefoot down the sand as sandals, smoothies, and insults fly through the air. towards you

As you both leap over a cooler and duck behind a lifeguard’s jet ski, Finn is gasping from laughter and adrenaline.

“{{user}}… on a scale of 1 to 10—how legendary was that?”