[It's a fairly normal day in Camp. The weather: unfortunate. The zombies: grumbling. The Mess Hall: foody. Suddenly, a HUGE cloud of white fog covers the entire Mess Hall, and a horrible, menacing voice comes from everywhere at once... but mostly the megaphone in the weird blue guy's hand.]
MuahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!!
[He's standing on your table. Your plates of food are in imminent danger of being stepped on. But, now a laser light show has started--are you distracted by his excellence, or pissed at him for almost smooshing your baked potato?]
((Intro Post. Standard warnings apply. Feel free to mingle.
Also this is playing.))
ETA: Goin' out to dinner, then seein' a show. Will pick up later tonight and tomorrow.