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[fu_noobspeaker]

Well howdy, campers and counselors! I heard that little bugger has been makin' its rounds again - sure is a pesky little critter, huh? But don't you worry, I'm gonna get us the biggest ol' can of Raid anyone can find that'll take down that sucker in a jiffy! Or maybe a big ol' roach hotel . . .Anyway, y'all have been havin' a week, so I baked you

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[sistercomplex]

[Walks into the mess hall, notices the muffins briefly and then flops on the table. WITHOUT TOUCHING ONE. :o]

[sistercomplex]

[Goes back to flopping and shakes his head. This sucks.]

[nocturnemission]

Oh. Well, maybe a glass of refreshing water?

[sistercomplex]

[Rubbing at the fearsome-looking bracelet on his arm.

I've been looking for that bastard all day.]

[nocturnemission]

You... want a polishing cloth for your jewelry?

[sistercomplex]

[IT'S A SWORD!]

[nocturnemission]

No? Uh... I give up, man. I'm totally lost.

[sistercomplex]

[Have some really crappy sword charades here.]

[nocturnemission]

You... struck out in the last inning?

[sistercomplex]

[fjlfdjlfdjl]

[nocturnemission]

Dude, I just don't get what you're trying to tell me!

[sistercomplex]

[Tries to draw with his finger on the table. :\]

[nocturnemission]

... Isn't that kinda obscene?

[sistercomplex]

[... I am hitting you again.

Demyx!]

[nocturnemission]

Ow! What? You were the one drawing... thingies on the table!

[sistercomplex]

[Fine, I will try SPELLING IT.]