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[In the center of camp today, a large pole has sprung up from (seemingly) out of nowhere. At the very top sits . . .

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[thekingsgambit]

[So much glaring.]

How encouraging.

[2nd_slinger]

[... I had been planning on avoiding your family forever now, but apparently I can't leave you alone for a second.]

... uh-huh.

[thekingsgambit]

[Well, you certainly are bad at that.

Also, glaaaancing at.]

... I imagine we are in the need of ideas for defense.

[2nd_slinger]

I was just gonna pummel things.

[thekingsgambit]

I think we know how well that works against the technology at work here.

[2nd_slinger]

But I'm good at pummelin'.

[thekingsgambit]

Until you go blind.

[2nd_slinger]

...

...

... we are still talkin' about the virus thing, right?

[thekingsgambit]

Yes, Johnny, we are.

[2nd_slinger]

Good, 'cause I wouldn't feel comfortable discussin' other potential causes of blindness with you right now.

[thekingsgambit]

[Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.]

. . .

I intend to stay on topic so that we may do something useful here.

[2nd_slinger]

All right... On-topic us away, kemosabe.

[thekingsgambit]

Tch. What do you think is the purpose of letting us know of an attack?

[2nd_slinger]

Well... Assumin' it is counting down to an attack--an' yeah, I think that's a fair assumption--I'd say the same thing you get with dogs an' cats, living together...

Mass hysteria.

[thekingsgambit]

Exactly. And for a prolonged period of time.

[2nd_slinger]

All right, so we don't panic.

As plans go, it's got the benefit of keepin' things simple.