So an American guy, French guy, and Japanese guy get stranded on a deserted southern Pacific island. Not knowing what to do, the American guy naturally takes charge.

"Hey, Frenchy"

"uh, Oui?"

"You know how to cook pretty well, right?

"Ah, oui. I was a master chef back in Paris."

"Good. You start searching for what we can eat around here. We could be here for a while so get to know every aspect of the island's cuisine."

"Oui, my pleazure." So he wanders off for the day looking for potential food.

So, turning to the Japanese guy, the American dude says, "Hey, you, tiny. So I was a contractor back in the states, and I was thinking about building some shelter, seeing as we'll be here for a while. You know this general geographical region right?"

"Oh, yeah, been to many irends round here."

"Good, I'll get a foundation started here and you go find some supplies."

"Oh, I shee," he said giggling. "I go make supplies."

"Uh, yeah, if you could go find some supplies; some good hard wood, potential nails, and anything that could be used as rope would be good."

So, snickering, the Japanese guy wanders off into the jungle going for supplies.

At the end of the day the French guy comes back with a few crabs, a conch, some coconuts and few mangos. "So, I've looking and there are considerable potential for zis cuisine. With a few days I can complete a sustainable menu. I saw some while boar tracks so can promise some pork in the future"

"That's good to hear. I made a basic lean-to that should be able to shelter us all pretty well for a few days before I get some more effective dwellings up. I sent our Eastern friend on a supply run, as he claimed to know the foliage and general geography, but he hasn't been back yet. After the craziness of today, I'd say just cook up some grub and he can find him own way home."

The French guy happily obliges and they eat a quick meal together before promptly retiring to the newly constructed lean-to and forgetting their predicament in exhaustion.

The next day the Japanese guy still doesn't return. While concerned, it was more important for the French guy to find food for the evening, so he goes off, while the American both searches for their Asian friend while also scouting the island. He searched all day, but couldn't find even a trace of the Japanese guy. Along his travels, however, he was able to find some good building materials and began to build a stockpile by the beach.

At the end of the second day, still no sign of the Japanese guy, but the French guy had grabbed some fresh food to cook up and they were beginning to get some stores up to strengthen their shelters.

Third day rolls around, and STILL no sign of the Japanese guy. The American suggests the same procedure as before to keep up food and shelter stores while still searching for the their fellow castaway. Once again agreeing, they split up, both searching the island for materials to live, as well as their buddy.

Still, no luck. A week goes by since they've crash landed and their base is beginning to look pretty legit. The American contractor is building a few small huts and the French guy is consistently bringing back better and better combination of foods and flavors. While they're still continuing the same general idea of searching for the Japanese guy, along adding to their personal cache of goods, they are becoming less hopeful.

Soon, the months start going by. They've had to weather some torrential storms but the American has built some sturdy log cabins that have proven to stand up to the heartiest storm they've seen. Along with that, the Frenchman has fully utilized all the island has to offer. Besides the general supply runs of the day, along with random searches for the Japanese guy, most of their time is sitting in the sun, bullshitting about baseball and soccer (none of which the other has any idea what the other is talking about). But, Because of all this free time, the Frenchman is able to create buffets of food, with shrimp, all kinds of fish, fruit, crab, snails and (the favorite of the American) whole roast boar, even freshly dehydrated salt from the ocean itself.

The months roll on and the Frenchman and American begin to lead a more and more comfortable life while slowly ending their search for their original castaway. All of a sudden, however, the hope of rescue becomes suddenly apparent. A tanker, who happened to be helmed by a drunken captain, who steered off course for a few hundred miles, spotted smoke on a minimally charted island, coincidentally close to the potential area a previous unfound plane wreak could be. A nearby US Navy dispatch is sent to investigate and low and behold they find the two castaways sitting on the beach, sipping coconut wine, which the Frenchman happens to be particularly proud of, on the beach in front of their ocean front bungalows.

When Navy officers finally reach the two castaways, they are astounded they could have survived for so long and made it this far. The American nonchalantly said it was no problem to fashion the abodes and the Frenchman just laughed at the idea that food would be hard to come by. The one question that stopped them, though, was what happened to the third member of your party? Honestly, the American admitted he sent him off to find general items to use and never returned. They explained they looked for him over the months but never found more than a footstep or broken twig so started to count him for dead.

At the insistence of the Officer, they oblige a last look before they get off the island. They search all their regular grounds but still nothing. The Navy Officer, however, spots a cave and mentions a search might be a good idea. The American and Frenchman think its a lost cause but are presently in the officer's hands so, again, oblige. The American mentioned more than once that they'd scouted the area many times but only found boar tracks, even captured a few here, but still the officer, being ever skeptical (having never been stranded on a desert island) wants to check it out.

As they approach the entrance the Frenchman and American notice a slight rustle in the bush hiding the entrance and instinctively stop and get ready for a kill, always thinking of their next meal. The Navy officer pauses but doesn't pay much of a difference, as a wild boar is not of much importance to someone who has a cooked meal at the end of the day. After a tense few seconds, its assumed that it was just the wind, so the party proceeds cautiously on toward the entrance. AGAIN, a rustle of the bush puts the castaways on edge, never wanting to give up a kill, especially for a boar that they know will feed them for days. After another few tense seconds the Navy Officer looks at them in disbelief and motions sarcastically to get moving.

Just as they are reaching the edge of the bush hiding the entrance to the cave...

The Japanese guy jumps out and yells, "SUPPLIES!!!"