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[sistercomplex]

[Tis the day after Valentine's Day and all happy couples may still be finishing up their sweets or getting in some extra cuddles. Except for one corner of camp where a very clumsy albatross is pecking erratically at a piece of candy while a cute little dove watches from above.]

Man, now I can't even unwrap Sara's candy. You think camp would've

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[theycallmemrk]

[. . . THINKING things]

[sistercomplex]

[THEY BETTER NOT BE ABOUT TARGET PRACTICE.]

[theycallmemrk]

[hahaha oh you know me so well]

[sistercomplex]

[OSHI. F-flapping pathetically!!!]

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, K!

[theycallmemrk]

Oh look.

You talk.

What a pity.

[sistercomplex]

Yeah I'm sure it is. Shooting seagulls is not cool, man!

[theycallmemrk]

They shit on my car.

[sistercomplex]

I can't even fly right. I don't think I'm gonna be going over any cars.

[theycallmemrk]

I hear being in immediate peril helps to get the body moving.

[sistercomplex]

... I-I think I can figure it on my own. I'm good. Really.

[theycallmemrk]

It's not that steep of a cliff, promise.

[sistercomplex]

[Stumbling backwards in fluff of feathers.]

I bet I'm really heavy!

[theycallmemrk]

I carry a bazooka in my backpocket.

[sistercomplex]

[Hanging head]

Why is my boss a freak?

[theycallmemrk]

Because I require my employees to handle live firearms.

[sistercomplex]

Well that part's kinda cool. Too bad I can't do it now though.