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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ A temporary building may be found in Camp today. If you venture inside -- of your own free will or not -- you’ll find it full of funhouse mirrors, warping your reflection, and if you go to turn around it appears as if the entrance has disappeared

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[duplicut]

[ :( my reflection is a short, hairy, bow legged Canadian. ]

[2nd_slinger]

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... you must do a whole lotta waxin' in real life.

[duplicut]

. . .

. . .

. . . yes.

[2nd_slinger]

... okay, in retrospect, that mighta been slightly more information than I require.

[duplicut]

[ hahaha ]

[2nd_slinger]

[Glower...]

[2nd_slinger]

[... and then smile.]

Jokes? Again? What's the occasion?

[duplicut]

There is no occasion.

[2nd_slinger]

That's even better.

[duplicut]

It seemed like the right time to make a joke.

[2nd_slinger]

I'd say it was... You done good.

[duplicut]

[ . . . hm :|a what do I say now. ]

[2nd_slinger]

[She doesn't need to say anything--his day is already considerably brighter. So, just giving her a companionable nudge with his shoulder.]

Sooo... Mirror stuff. I don't really think that's a good likeness of ya.

[duplicut]

[ looks very seriously at the mirror. ]

. . . no.

[2nd_slinger]

[Nods toward the "Is that really you in the mirror?" sign.]

Guess that answers that question.

[duplicut]

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We are not the same person.