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[renovateyourass]

[somewhere in camp, there is a very angry someone beating a zombie with a folding chair.

...

it appears to be Marilyn Monroe]

((slowing down for now, will pick up after sleep!))

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[sistercomplex]

. . . [but why.]

[renovateyourass]

[well why NOT]

[sistercomplex]

[reason one of many: hygiene.]

[renovateyourass]

[I'm not getting any zombie on me.

well, not much anyway]

[exiastentially]

[Sprinting over!]

Finally! I've been looking all over for you, man!

[sistercomplex]

. . . I was unaware.

[exiastentially]

Anyway, you having fun?

[sistercomplex]

Not in particular.

[exiastentially]

Aw you're supposed to be embracing the new experience or whatever. You're totally doing it wrong.

[sistercomplex]

. . . we need to find a way to change back.

[exiastentially]

Yeah yeah I'm sick of being grounded and Sara's all weirded out. But no worries, I've got it all covered!

[sistercomplex]

What's the plan?

[exiastentially]

[Bringing his arms, which had been behind his back, forward to reveal a hearty piece of what has to be the most lumpy, unappetizing cake possible.]

This! I found it in the mess hall.

[sistercomplex]

. . . no.

[exiastentially]

[Rolling eyes and stepping closer]

Oh come on, it's not like it's toxic. 'Sides, I asked around and everyone said this is the way to do it.

[sistercomplex]

[assessing the cake.]

How certain are you that it isn't toxic?