PSA

[ratinthehat]

[somewhat east off of the fabled Center of Camp, not far from in front of the Mess Hall, there is a table. Sitting at said table is a very bored blonde girl and a rat. Floating over the rat's head is a sparkly neon sign with an arrow:]

YES, I'M A TALKING RAT, AND A CAMPER, AND HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A RAT. AND I'M A COOK. ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS?

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Comments

[myarrrrm]

That seems about the whole o' it, don't it!

[ratinthehat]

You'd think so, but I doubt this is the last time I'll get those questions thrown at me.

[myarrrrm]

'fraid I know the feelin'.

[ratinthehat]

Heh. Well, at least you don't have to worry about somebody stepping on you. How've you been?

[myarrrrm]

Hahaha! True enough! An' I've been gettin' along. I'm not much used to stayin' put for so long, but this place is better'n others I could think of.

An' yerself? Havin' a bad day, are we?

[ratinthehat]

Yeah, well, being able to talk to humans tends to balance out some of the insanity.

It would be better if I could get off this table and actually cook.

[myarrrrm]

Ah? Ye can't?

[ratinthehat]

[demonstrates by RUNNING for the edge of the table - and promptly bouncing off an invisible barrier]

See, if Camp had done this when I was in an actual kitchen it would have been more useful.