Chlorine!

And the presence of a postmortem ligature mark.

Chlorine in my eyes!

I got a gallon of bleach, a tarp and a hacksaw in the trunk of my car.

His boat was washed ashore on a desert island.

So, basically the gas dissolves into our body. The oxygen is bound by metabolism, we use it for energy.

Solid White

There, on my small piece of land,

A hundred billion castaways are looking for a home.

(Laughter)

Suddenly the man looked very, very interested.

Some of you may want the toilet paper with the most bleach in it rather than the most ecologically responsible choice.

Dude, that is really (bleep) up.

Ignore paper margins

least 20 seconds before and after handling any food.

An absorbing tale of adventure.

Well, I would say that I'm just drifting here in the pool.

Salt!

And some dry white toast, please.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.

Ignore white space changes

You need proteins for muscles, recovery.

Salt water?

Salt.

It's salt!

And we know, of course, that since it's a strong acid it disassociates completely.

How long you in the water?

This is the final battle This time, we'll beat them to a pulp

It will ruin our batch.

Plain white paper will do.

Only in your mind is it funny.

White rain is not a friend of the hunter.

These salted bonito guts are too salty for me.

A pillar of salt?

You take this stream of this blanket salt off and you put it in this fluoride volatility column.

I was compelled to confess.

I was compelled to confess.

So the Baobabs, as they get older, tend to get pulpy in their centers and hollow out.

Bingo. You'd think you're in air, until a fish swims by.

The smell of roses hung in the air.

The boat drifted about on the sea.

Competition kind of exists outside the business model canvas.

Three Little Cylons in the air

I'm picking up debris. Hull fragments.

Be utterly dejected.