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[fuckyou_chorus]

[TODAY IN CAMP, there is snow. Lots of snow. The mess hall is, in comparison, nice and cozy with (sugar-free) hot chocolate and marshmallow substitutes et all set out. There are even blankets!

. . . and a banner hanging over it all that says:

WELCOME CAMPERS AND COUNSELORS IN NEED- NOW GET TO IT* ♥
* those not involved in this exercise may point

Comments

[autorejoin]

[one blond teenager is walking by with a cup of hot cocoa in his hands, not actually paying attention to his surroundings beyond "door → that way"]

[autorejoin]

Maybe I'm just that simple.

[fallsforyou]

Then you wouldn't been put into counseling.

[autorejoin]

Heh! Fine, let's play it your way. How about I'll list off things, and I'll let you pick something to talk about?

I'm a dead junkie in a body made of plants and fueled by angel power, with no access to anything except booze which just doesn't have the same kick to it. I can't get laid because I'm stuck in a sex-free zombie summer camp, and the worst part of it is?

This hot chocolate tastes like shit without sugar.

[fallsforyou]

Oh. I figured out why they paired us up.

[autorejoin]

You hate the hot chocolate, too?

[fallsforyou]

I can't even taste the hot chocolate-- I'm dead too.

[autorejoin]

Dead and you don't even get to enjoy the shitty hot chocolate? Wow, you got fucked over there.

[fallsforyou]

I'm aware.