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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

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[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]

[pandoraboxed]

[...ow]

You really did forget.

[getintomyplants]

Not another one.

I haven't forgotten anything.

[pandoraboxed]

Of course not, Poison Ivy.

[getintomyplants]

[there is only the slightest of hesitations]

Plenty of people know my name.

[pandoraboxed]

Pamela too?

[getintomyplants]

How do -

That's not my name.

[pandoraboxed]

No? Perhaps I got the wrong Poison Ivy, then.

[getintomyplants]

There's only one Poison Ivy.

[pandoraboxed]

That's what I thought too.

[getintomyplants]

Next you'll tell me that I was here before, that I've lost my memory, and let's see, you were one of my very best friends?

[pandoraboxed]

You're not the type to have "friends", in a sense of the word. [neither am I]

[getintomyplants]

At least you know that much.

[pandoraboxed]

Plants are your friends.

Would the Earth be too?

[getintomyplants]

Of course.

[pandoraboxed]

That's nice to kno--

[violent cough attack, accompanied by a few drops of blood, icon only for expression!]