[ PI ] “ Every character should want something , even if it is only a glass of water . '' Write the story of a character that wants a glass of water .

`` AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'' 
 
 The sound emanating from the stony being was like the chant of a chorus of monks, turned up to jet-engine levels of volume. It had been streaming from a half-dozen mouths in what appeared to be it's bus-sized head, nearly unchanged in pitch for two days. 
 
 The creature's ship had landed on the east side of the National Mall, it's edges crumbling one wall of the Air and Space museum as it crammed it's bulk down onto the grass. Over the next several hours, this being - which looked like a shambling mountain of onyx - shuffled out and began it's... well, no one was quite sure what it was doing, actually. 
 
 Theories ran from declaring war to a mating call, with the wackiest conspiracy theories combining the two and suggesting it was calling its mates from deep under the Earth to invade. For the first several hours, it captivated the city, and the world - but humans are nothing if not adaptable. And, when the creature had not moved for over a day they had begun to ignore the nearly deafening sound and get back to business. There was only a few hours of panic and renewed attention when the sound switched from it's initial `` WWWWWwwwwwwwwuuuuuuuuu'' to it's current `` AAAAAAaaaaa.'' 
 
 And so it was that very few people gave the being a great deal of thought when the tone again changed, to a sound like giant boulders crashing together: `` TTTTttttssshhhh.'' 
 
 Perhaps more surprising than the fact that so few people paid the change much mind is the identity of one of the few who did: Jon `` Bubba'' Jakes was suddenly struck with realization - *revelation* is how he'd describe it - as certain as a message from a burning bush. And Bubba knew just what needed doing. 
 
 While everyone else was planning - the military for battle, the scientists for bringing every sensor they could find to bear, and the city police for issuing a noise ordinance fine - Bubba worked. It was hard, sweaty work, but Bubba was used to that - and what was right, was right. It took him a few days, looking at pictures of the creature, and welding, but at last he completed his device - a good quarter ton of scrap metal welded to the back of his rusting F-350. 
 
 The next part was harder - Bubba had never had a lot of patience for government people in uniform - but he managed to get through the checkpoints to within a mile or so of the creature with his modified truck. After that, there was nothing for it but to run the final blockade cordon - and with a quick hat-tip to the big J.C., he set off to do just that. 
 
 Perhaps the hat tip prayer worked, because just as Bubba was reaching the line, the creature's ear-splitting sound shifted from it's days-long `` EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee'' to an ethereal, echoing `` RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'' which caused enough distraction among the marines that by the time they reacted, Bubba had smashed through a barrier and was tearing across the soft grass of the Mall towards the being's ship. 
 
 No one wanted to risk violence so close to the creature, so the world waited with rapt anticipation as bubba spun the truck in a doughnut in front of the creature, and backed his contraption to within a few feet of it. Then he got out, adjusted the shooter's earmuffs he was wearing to drown out the noise, spit his chew, and waited. 
 
 The silence was sudden, and such a change from the monotonous clamor of the past week that it was more startling than a bomb going off. After about fifteen minutes, the creature began to move towards Bubba's truck. It grasped it by the metal contraption, and lifted the entire truck to the hight of it's head, which was about three stories above Bubba's own. It put it's mouth on three of the pipe-like protrusions, and tipped the truck skyward. Water poured out of one of the remaining pipes, but most of it seemed to go into the creature. 
 
 The act of setting the truck down took another twenty minutes, and the climb to the ship another two hours. Bubba waited patiently, seeming content to start in on a case of his own refreshment. The ship left shortly after, as soundlessly as it arrived, and before it broke the stratosphere Bubba was surrounded by marines and reporters. 
 
 But Bubba, alternately hailed as a hero and demonized as the most reckless man alive, had only two things to say about his actions that day. When asked how he could risk the entire human race on his course of action, his answer was `` Southern hospitality'' - with `` I have a cousin who's slow too'' being his only elaboration.
