When a helicopter full of men with guns land on our private island, me and my guys do the only logical thing you can do.
Hide.
Naked and Afraid gets a whole new meaning for me. And it's not a funny, laugh at the idiots on TV kinda deal. It's a shivering WTF is happening awful feeling.
The bad guys head straight for Heather and her harem at the pool.
Time to panic. Time to call for-
These gangster jerk offs cut off our phone and internet somehow, so I can't call for a rescue from some super-hot, suped-up ex-marines.
I'm just gonna have to rescue Heather and her guys the old-fashioned way ... kicking ass and taking names.
This should go well.