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[gonnagetreaped]

[and on this fine Thursday afternoon, outside a certain cabin set somewhat away from the others that was left over from the rain o' cabins from awhile ago, one may find several crates, filled with packages of cookies. ... unique ones, even! some are opened, others are wrapped neatly with a bow, all laying in wait outside of the cabin

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[lolipop_get]

... Cookies.

[gonnagetreaped]

Cookies.

[lolipop_get]

That's a lot of cookies.

[gonnagetreaped]

Mm, yes. It appears to be a holiday gift of sorts.

*picks at a bow curiously*

[lolipop_get]

From who?

[gonnagetreaped]

The Commandant, perhaps. Although I wasn't aware that Van was one for baking, myself.

[lolipop_get]

... You mean this guy here?

[gonnagetreaped]

... I certainly hope not.

[lolipop_get]

Sounds like nobody likes him.

[gonnagetreaped]

Well, our goals no longer coincided and I found it best to use other means to further my own. The Commandant, however, is not fond of whomever he deems to be traitors. It would have been a difficult situation had we not parted ways, in a manner of speaking.

[lolipop_get]

So you don't work for him anymore?

[gonnagetreaped]

No, I don't.

[lolipop_get]

...

[gonnagetreaped]

What?

[lolipop_get]

But you're still a bad guy.

[gonnagetreaped]

I am not!!