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[Today, out in the center of camp, a lovely fenced in area has been set up! Towards one side, there is a long table filled with cocktails of all kinds, including virgin cocktails or even very special camp defined ones that are perhaps not entirely safe, such as "Tuesday's Cocktail." There are even little crackers! How lovely

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[skepticalities]

[doing the exact same thing.]

Is that where that smell's coming from?

[skepticalities]

Commendment is often seen as encouragement, which- I don't think they need any more of, from the looks of this whole . . .

[waves a hand]

Selective zombie prison camp operation.

[actionpainting]

I dunno about that. If we give the Director enough gold stars she might just decide to shut down this whole operation and let us run free. The secret to our escape is positive reinforcement!

[skepticalities]

. . .

[looks over at the burbling Tuesday's Cocktail again.]

[actionpainting]

Do you need a moment to process?

[skepticalities]

No, um. I think I'm good.

[actionpainting]

Super! I'm Wendy, by the way.

[skepticalities]

Special Agent Lincoln Lee - FBI. Although, I'm . . . beginning to gather that that doesn't have much meaning here.

[actionpainting]

Not really, no. Kind of a hassle, actually, since you have to spend a significant amount of time telling people to stop calling you Agent. Were you sent here to investigate something?

[skepticalities]

I received a transfer order. It seemed surprisingly legitimate until I set foot in the, uh, office . . .

[actionpainting]

Not actually an office, was it?

[skepticalities]

It was made of corn.

[actionpainting]

That sounds completely legit!

[skepticalities]

Run by a large purple gorilla.

[actionpainting]

Ooh. Yeah, I can see how the combination of the two might indicate something hinky's afoot.

[skepticalities]

I wasn't a Hanna-Barbera kid growing up, anyway.