*in this corner of camp: a little pink witch, pressed up against a tree and looking horrified.
also, zombies. they are dancing for her, although bits are falling off in their enthusiasm. the song? why, it's a haunting refrain you might know
rather well...*
No, I really - I do think you ought to stop, that's not - ugh!
((beware, it's the Macarena
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Hmm. Apparently the music is coming from somewhere else.
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At least they smell less nauseating when fried.
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Oh - I'm not certain that's entirely safe - !
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Hellooooooo? Hello, over there?
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Chi?
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and well she would flee but the zombies.
so hovering uncertainly a few feet from the treeeeeeeee*
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Hello?
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*has been splattered 8(*
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