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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.

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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.

[bethejune]

Oh, I like that.

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[fishing the spam out and plopping it onto a plate.]

Your turn to choose.

[bethejune]

Let's go for the banana.

[we doing this? aw yes]

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[BREADS THE BANANA and then dumps it in.]

You know, this one? Is something like Frankenstein's monster. Less misunderstood, fruitier, all while keeping the danger levels at a maximum.

[bethejune]

I like that. It's kinda... poetic.

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[lifts the fried banana out of the fryer.]

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."

[bethejune]

The banana-flavoured sun.

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That's terrible.

[bethejune]

What's wrong with it?

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Look at the shape of a banana, Sam. It doesn't lend itself to a natural comparison.

[bethejune]

Well, I couldn't compare it to the east. That'd be weird.

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