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[TODAY IN CAMP, at a table in one corner of the mess hall, there are two teenage boys. one is operating a deep fryer, while the other stands by a platter of various food items - Snickers candy bars, bananas, pickles, a bowl of strange-looking batter, Cheetos, Twinkies, and the list goes on and on.First up is the fried spam. Do you think he'll eat

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[bethejune]

I'm thinking yes. It's a good place to start, at least.

[boldstarring]

I thought as much - mildly disgusting and yet, not too far-fetched in the fried food realm.

[bethejune]

Right. We wouldn't want to bring out the big items too soon.

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We should save the Coke for last. It can be a sort of coup de grace.

[gleestud]

[WILD FINN HUDSON APPEARS!]

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[DUMPING SPAM IN THE DEEP FRYER.]

[gleestud]

[huh. something smells good.]

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[you would think so.]

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[pushes the spam down in the oil with the utensil.]

Agreed.

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An experiment of sorts.

[halfcocked]

You killing someone by heart attack?

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Think of it as more of a ... scientific experiment.

[halfcocked]

About how long it takes to have a heart attack? This looks like what the Earl eats, he's not dead yet . . .

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... potentially. Although I doubt he'd actually have a heart attack. He'd just throw up.

[lipstickittoyou]

Fried...spam.

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Fried spam.

[lipstickittoyou]

I don't know how I feel about that.

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If it makes you feel any better, neither of us have any intention of eating it.