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[tonight in Camp two gunslingers are in the infamous "center of Camp" next to a table full of festive gifts (knitted booties horseshoes and blankets, etc) and a delicious cake. Over their heads is a banner that reads:
Congratulations on the bun in the oven ♥~
As if that wasn't enough some familiar lyrics can be heard "Havin' my baby, what a lovely way of saying you love me"
What a touching scene, right? It sure looks it but if you look closer they're both chained to their chairs and look anything but "Proud Mama" and "Proud Papa" as the t-shirts they're not-so-willingly wearing say (Bert has been declared the "mama" aww)]
I mislike the ... humor of this place more and more. I cry your pardon, Bert.
'Tis no fault of yours, say true.
((When a mare and a stallion love each other very much and their owners don't keep them apart... well, Camp gets to throw a baby foal shower. the cake is safe to eat, but might taste a little earthy))
Congratulations on the bun in the oven ♥~
As if that wasn't enough some familiar lyrics can be heard "Havin' my baby, what a lovely way of saying you love me"
What a touching scene, right? It sure looks it but if you look closer they're both chained to their chairs and look anything but "Proud Mama" and "Proud Papa" as the t-shirts they're not-so-willingly wearing say (Bert has been declared the "mama" aww)]
I mislike the ... humor of this place more and more. I cry your pardon, Bert.
'Tis no fault of yours, say true.
((When a mare and a stallion love each other very much and their owners don't keep them apart... well, Camp gets to throw a baby foal shower. the cake is safe to eat, but might taste a little earthy))