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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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[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]

[latrine_orderly]

It's heavily implied! I may fall seven times a day, but I ain't gonna fall for that!

[le_mal_partout]

I don't know where you are hinting at. Not at all.

[latrine_orderly]

What is with you sociopaths? Can't you hunt some gorillas or something?

[le_mal_partout]

Variety is the spice of life.

[anyposition]

Disclaimer fer you'd be too long anyway.

[latrine_orderly]

Do you have any idea how much getting shot pisses me off? It's almost as bad as getting hit by cars!

[anyposition]

Dunno--bullets only break a few bones and minor organs. Cars're meaner in general. An greedier. They want th'whole damage scale.