ITT: Guys hanging out... except not really.
*There is a naked skeleton in a Very Public Area in camp. He is merrily humming some catchy tune while an increasingly frustrated nine-foot tall, bucknaked and freakishly muscular doctor is desperately trying to open a white wooden door, hovering in midair.
The door, to noone's surprise, won't budge. Did I mention that the doctor is as smooth as a Ken Doll and that his face is completely covered by a cloud of inky darkness? Really, this situation couldn't get much more bizarre unless, say, a bunch of random people came up and decided to strike up a conversation. So, have at them! Or try to outfreaky them, that's cool too.*
((Tired European is tired, and will now be going to bed. Howevah, threads will be picked up and such all throughout the weekend!))
The door, to noone's surprise, won't budge. Did I mention that the doctor is as smooth as a Ken Doll and that his face is completely covered by a cloud of inky darkness? Really, this situation couldn't get much more bizarre unless, say, a bunch of random people came up and decided to strike up a conversation. So, have at them! Or try to outfreaky them, that's cool too.*
((Tired European is tired, and will now be going to bed. Howevah, threads will be picked up and such all throughout the weekend!))