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[capt_homo]

[Today in camp, you may find yourself with a name tag. Except it doesn't seem to state your name... Stephen Stills and Ema Skye both have tags of their very own:

BAD AT BEING GAY

BAD AT SCIENCE]

...So you want to talk about it?
No. Because it's not true!
Whatever you say, I guess.

Comments

[ofhisword]

[BAD AT FRATRICIDE]

. . . Really.

[ofhisword]

That's correct.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Awful lot of ya here.

[ofhisword]

Are there?

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Think I've met four or five, not includin' Count Fagula over there.

[ofhisword]

I'm aware of roughly that many myself. Interesting.

[atheological]

Did you chicken out?

[ofhisword]

I don't believe it's possible to ... "chicken out," as you say, when the ball is still rolling in a manner of speaking.

[atheological]

I see. And now that you're trapped here, it's rather impossible at the moment.

[atheological]

But why do you want to kill him?

[ofhisword]

Is that really any of your business?

[atheological]

Well, it's everyone's business now, really.

[ofhisword]

I have my reasons. That's all that really needs to be said.

[atheological]

There are always reasons.

[at that point his badge attaches or whatever: BAD AT BEING A GOOD SON]

[ofhisword]

Family troubles, I see.

[atheological]

I think I proved my worth at the end of it all.