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[onthenightroad]

DEAR CAMP: there is evil afoot! A great and terrible evil, one that threatens the livelihood of diabetic night owls all over camp. Mostly myself, and no, I'm not a real diabetic. I have fallen prey to a fiend in the woods, a symbol of crime and debauchery, here in our very home. He does it all! He STEALS! He ANTAGONIZES! AND ALSO HE LITTERS. BEHOLD

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[drinkmehurd]

Did he steal forty cakes too? Because that's terrible.

[onthenightroad]

NO. But if he did, we would officially be mortal enemies. And I am not a man with many mortal enemies, miss Urd.

[drinkmehurd]

Maybe you ought to check with him if you are or are not mortal enemies, father Nightroad.

[onthenightroad]

I would if I could find him.

[dieinnafire]

. . .

[onthenightroad]

MR. BARVON. Would you like to rent a Li? He's a good-looking young man.

[dieinnafire]

We've met. Once. And no, I do not think I'd need to 'rent a Li'.

[onthenightroad]

Really? What'd you think? And that's too bad, he's really a nice boy.

[thesmokingunman]

... yeah, didn't really read any a'that.

You have chocolate bars?

[onthenightroad]

WELL YOU SHOULD. Have more concern for your own well-being, okay?? I'm just trying to look out for everyone here.

[thesmokingunman]

M'not especially concerned.

So that'd be a 'no' on the chocolate bars?

[onthenightroad]

...I might have some. Maybe. I don't know. It depends on what kind you like.

[boomtoday]

Someone stealing food!? That's unforgivable.

I can hunt him down and punish him thoroughly for you for but a small fee~!

[onthenightroad]

...one, how small is small, and two, his fate is yet to be decided.

[boomtoday]

Job like this? Twenty gold, or a reasonable equivalent.

[onthenightroad]

...

[CHECKS HIS WALLET]

[inpignation]

--the humanity, huh.

[onthenightroad]

it's really really terrible, okay, Peony!? THIS IS SERIOUS.

[inpignation]

Right, right! It's a good job your cold dead fingers got a lot more healthy to alert everyone, huh.

[onthenightroad]

I didn't say they were dead, Peony. Just cold. I forgot my gloves, okay.