“The salt stings in the cracks of my lips. Please don’t slap the lid again, because it drips from the lid into my eyes. I keep hitting the walls with my elbows. My bladder is coming online, and the waiver I signed said that if I pee in this thing, it’s a thousand-dollar tank-cleaning fee.” “Just before we get it open, empty yourself in that thing like a squid releasing her ink.”
