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[halfcocked]

[this Noah would LIKE to get into the Mess Hall for dinner, but this is proving difficult, as he is being swarmed by ADORABLE BABY OTTERS.

wat do.]

I told you I'm not your fucking mom! I'm not! Get off me! We can't keep all of you!!

(( THANKS, GUYS . . .

SLOWIN' DOWNNNNNN THANK YOU ALL!!! I will pick up ))

Comments

[mythbusting]

Hey, otters. Camp is a pretty lousy place to live because there's no water, but the duck pond is okay.

[halfcocked]

There's a pond? Maybe I can take them to it . . . or we could make them a big pool . . .

[mythbusting]

The pond's too small for twenty otters.

[halfcocked]

So we'll make them a pool, I said!

[mythbusting]

Too boring for them.

[halfcocked]

We can put whatever we want on it.

[mythbusting]

You'll need a whole load of stuff. They're even more playful than dolphins.

[halfcocked]

Look, I don't think you get that that's not a problem for us, so just tell me what they need!

. . . Playful?

[mythbusting]

They like slides and obstacle course stuff to go around. And you have to get them fish. Catching fish is awesome if you're an otter.

[halfcocked]

How do you know all this??

[mythbusting]

I'm guessing part of it -- river otters aren't really my thing, but I got to know some sea otters pretty well.

[halfcocked]

Got to know . . . !?

[mythbusting]

We talked.

[halfcocked]

They can talk!?

[mythbusting]

Everything talks.

[halfcocked]

Shit--it was true, Shuri was right--