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[say_thee_nay]

[And in this corner of the typically expansive center of Camp, there's a god and a space raccoon seated on a bench. It's a very nice bench--sturdy, with plenty of room--but one of them doesn't seem terribly happy about being there. Could that have something to do with the sign overhead...?

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[roundhouselaser]

I'll take the bench.

[say_thee_nay]

Thou'rt welcome to it. Could I but surrender it to thee, I would.

[roundhouselaser]

Can't get up, huh?

[say_thee_nay]

Not at present... Courtesy of the encampment, no doubt.

[roundhouselaser]

At least it's better than being stuck on an explosive.

[say_thee_nay]

Such do not typically pose much trouble for me.

[roundhouselaser]

Lucky you.

[say_thee_nay]

At least in some circles.

[roundhouselaser]

What circles are those?

[say_thee_nay]

Not these, at present--as no incendiary devices are immediately in evidence, 'tis a talent that avails me but little.

[roundhouselaser]

[taking out a thermal detonator]

All you had to do was ask.

[say_thee_nay]

Methinks we can do without.

[roundhouselaser]

Your call.

[say_thee_nay]

I have made it.

[roundhouselaser]

So what's the grim look for?

[say_thee_nay]

In my recent experience, folk with ready access to explosives are seldom cause for reassurance.