Jul 10, 2007 12:48
[across camp, toucans are singing, the wind is rustling in the trees, and the shouting and screaming of happy children - wait, that would be laughter - is interrupted suddenly by a sound suspiciously like a bomb made out of fireworks going off!]
*SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee*
[. . . must have been a Saturn's Whistle involved, judging by the ear-splitting shriek of projectiles going every which way. 'Sup, Yuriev, somebody set you up a bomb]