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[canhascow]

[for the past week or two, a giant dragon has been brooding at the edge of camp. no food, no socializing- all of that good sulky stuff.

but now the dragon is hungry. and there is a goat.]

I do not mind going after the ill or crippled animals when I am catching or hunting my own food, and I am going to eat it anyway, of course, but does this one

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[tinmedalsoldier]

... yes. Yes it does.

I think it's probably best if you put it out of its misery, sir.

[grewuptootsun]

That's a good way to put it.

[tinmedalsoldier]

I thought so. Anything would have to be better than staying trapped in that thousand-yard-stare...

[grewuptootsun]

...d-don't make me dwell on it.

[tinmedalsoldier]

O-oh, right. Sorry!

[grewuptootsun]

It's fine. Ah...

[tinmedalsoldier]

Something else to thank Camp for, I guess--getting traumatized by goats.

[grewuptootsun]

Oh the fun we have.

[tinmedalsoldier]

I can't remember the last time I had so much fun on leave.

[canhascow]

[CHOMP :Db]

[tinmedalsoldier]

[Aaaaannnd quickly remembering to salute, now.]

W-well done, Commodore!

[canhascow]

You do not need to compliment me for eating a goat.

[tinmedalsoldier]

Sorry, sir... If it helps, I meant it more for your, uh, prompt response to the goat's... condition.

[canhascow]

Oh, well then: thank you.

[tinmedalsoldier]

Of course, sir.

If you don't mind my asking, sir... Is everything all right?

[canhascow]

No, no everything is not all right, but everything is tolerable; my captain left, did you know?