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[capthlock_rage]

[It's another day in Camp Fuck You Die! The sun is trying valiantly to poke through the clouds, the zombies are making one-winged snow angels, the icicles are conspiring to impale unsuspecting passers by, and outside the Mess Hall, two emo princes seem to be engaged in a yelling match

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[thekingsgambit]

You know perfectly well why --

... Wait, what?

[capthlock_rage]

I don't think I ever noticed it before.

[thekingsgambit]

Noticed what?

[capthlock_rage]

... Nevermind! You are being aggravating about this!

[euphiemisms]

Color?

[capthlock_rage]

His eyes.

[euphiemisms]

Oh! They are nice, aren't they?

[capthlock_rage]

...

[servicewitha]

[on his way to the mess hall, looking only slightly worse for wear]

[capthlock_rage]

... What happened to you?

[servicewitha]

It's been an interesting past few days.

[capthlock_rage]

Is that supposed to answer the question?

[oneknightstands]

You shouldn't argue about something like a color. . .

[capthlock_rage]

We're arguing about how he can't follow directions.

[oneknightstands]

. . . directions. . .?

[capthlock_rage]

He was supposed to keep this in the cabin.

[jesusintraining]

Uhm. Is everything all right. . .?

[thekingsgambit]

Not exactly.

[jesusintraining]

You two aren't getting along?

[thekingsgambit]

No, we aren't.