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[godsmightyspear]

[It is evening at camp. And while it's never exactly quiet in this place, there are ... lulls, shall we say. Maybe you are relaxing during one of them. But not for long because suddenly there is SHOUTING AND YELLING AND A SUDDEN HUGE CRASH and when the dust settles, a mass of zombies, gorillas, and trees lie crushed half in, half out of a chasm

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[monogamiss]

[THE SATISFYING SOUND OF A PUMP ACTION SHOTGUN, DO YOU HEAR IT?]

[monogamiss]

Keep off the grass.

[onthenightroad]

--ma'am! Madame! That is most inadvisable!

[monogamiss]

. . . Mrs.

[monogamiss]

Oh? This? [hefts the shotgun . . .]

[monogamiss]

Don't pay it any attention. None at all.

[. . . sticks it behind a convenient potted plant.]

[monogamiss]

So sorry about that. Let's just pretend it didn't happen.

[onthenightroad]

WHAT A THRILLING PROSPECT. I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO.

[monogamiss]

There. Now that that is over with.

[holds out a hand.]

Mrs. Jane Smith, it's a pleasure.

[onthenightroad]

[...accepts it! after a pause!]

Mrs. Smith, then. Ah, I'm Abel. Father Abel Nightroad. A pleasure to meet you as well.

[monogamiss]

A priest?

[CRUSHING MANLY HANDSHAKE.]

[onthenightroad]

--ah. ow. ow. Yes! A priest of the Roman Catholic Church. Of which my...associate, who has just made his entrance, is also a member.

[monogamiss]

You're coworkers. How nice.

[onthenightroad]

Not necessarily--we're of different companies. But we've met. Worked together in the past.

My sincerest apologies if he's disturbed you and your lawn.

[monogamiss]

Missionary work?

[onthenightroad]

...bringing the word of God and the Vatican to places, certainly. But not quite as missionaries?