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[nocturnemission]

[Somewhere NOT in the middle of a cornfield, there is a desk with a "FREE ADVICE (tips appreciated)" sign taped to it. Behind the desk, a man with a mullet is sitting back and playing sitar.]

Come get your free advice! I guarantee it'll be great!

Comments

[autovajin]

What kind of advice?

[nocturnemission]

Whatever kind, as long as your question isn't super hard. I've been getting some weird ones.

[autovajin]

Like what?

[nocturnemission]

Like about how to get out of hell... and Camp.

[autovajin]

That's a valid question.

[nocturnemission]

Well, yeah, but it's not like anyone actually has the answer.

[autovajin]

That's false advertising.

[nocturnemission]

No it isn't. it's... in the fine print. "Except on super hard questions that nobody has answers to."

[autovajin]

Fine, then how do you deal with your girlfriend leaving camp?

[nocturnemission]

I recommend a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion.

[autovajin]

What's the lotion for?

[nocturnemission]

So you don't chafe.

[autovajin]

What the hell are you talking about?

[nocturnemission]

You know... from uh... [Vague gestures]

[autovajin]

Spit it out!

[nocturnemission]

Jeez, if he doesn't know already...

You know... your nose gets all sore from wiping it will tissues all the time.