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[fuckyou_chorus]

[It's Boxing Day, Camp Fuck U Die! What does this mean?

Well, not a lot really. Unless you were looking forward to eating breakfast. Then all you're going to encounter is a box with your name on it and a helpful directive to put all of your rubbish into it before you get to eat. In fact, even if you make food this morning before filling the box

Comments

[pandoraboxed]

[. . . oh hey.

...not that I'm the "hello how are you type", so I'm just going to sit around here with a cat or two, ignoring the box for now]

[getintomyplants]

[THEY ARE MY PETRI DISHES]

And what do you want?

[pandoraboxed]

[. . .]

Did I say anything?

[getintomyplants]

You don't need to.

[pandoraboxed]

[well then have some dots]

. . .

[getintomyplants]

[meanwhile I will fold my arms and stare at the box]

[pandoraboxed]

[sigh. it's not going to work]

[getintomyplants]

[okay. okaaaay.]

Get into the box.

[pandoraboxed]

... what?

[getintomyplants]

You. In the box. I want to see how much it can hold.

[pandoraboxed]

No.

[getintomyplants]

Are you afraid it'll eat you?

[pandoraboxed]

I just think it's a ludicrous suggestion.

[getintomyplants]

There's only a limited number of petri dishes, and I need them.

[pandoraboxed]

I'm not expendable, if that's what you think.

[getintomyplants]

You look expendable to me.