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[le_mal_partout]

[Somewhere in the middle of camp, there's a table. On this table are stacks of brightly pink paper and mugs with pencils. Behind the table sits a certain French counsellor, reading in a book and looking  bored. There's also a big sign]

Campers!It has been brought to my attention by camp management that as some of  you don't belong to the human

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[get_sometail]

. . .

[le_mal_partout]

[looks over the rim of his book]

Any questions?

[get_sometail]

I ain't fillin that stupid thing out!

[le_mal_partout]

[shrugs]

This is not my problem.

[imgottapower]

U-Um, is that really necessary?

[le_mal_partout]

I'm afraid it is.

[imgottapower]

It's r-really that big o-of a problem?

[le_mal_partout]

It's a preventive measure.

[right_hand_of]

How does never sound to you?

[le_mal_partout]

It is entirely your choice if you want to fill this out or not - you have to deal with the consequences in the end, not me.

[right_hand_of]

Okay, since I bet my computer has already filled it out for me since it seem to love doing that? If you shoot me, I will shoot you back. Because I fucking hate people who shoot at me. Capiche?

[le_mal_partout]

I like your attitude.

[latrine_orderly]

NO.

[le_mal_partout]

Please be a little more precise, mademoiselle.

[latrine_orderly]

NO SHOOTING ME. Or other campers, either, I guess. Lord Il Palazzo probably wouldn't like that.

[le_mal_partout]

Did I ever state anywhere that I actually want to shoot any campers? [raises his arm in a "ttly innocent rly" gesture]

[straight_as_an]

You can't be serious.

[le_mal_partout]

Oh, I am, quite so. [appropriate keywords are appropriate]

[straight_as_an]

I won't let you hurt any of the campers.

[le_mal_partout]

I fail to understand why everyone is assuming I would want to hurt any of you.