*rings bell for dinner*
*it is a well-known fact that no one knows what death holds, except for John Edward. Here in camp, however, where death is merely a little vacation, it holds a great buffet. Some of you haven't been; some of you think that the mystery meat, zombie mignon, and fried toucan eggs are all there is to camp cuisine.*
*Well, Cal has brought something back for you. Or maybe it followed Cal back. Anyway, have a taste. Just a little one. You know you want to.*
Fucking A, it keeps staring at me.
*Nom nom nom.*
((Come get some Zoidberg! Zoidburgur, if you will. THANKS DAVY. Also, thanks Excel, from whom I stole the post-death buffet idea many, many years ago, cough.))
*Well, Cal has brought something back for you. Or maybe it followed Cal back. Anyway, have a taste. Just a little one. You know you want to.*
Fucking A, it keeps staring at me.
*Nom nom nom.*
((Come get some Zoidberg! Zoidburgur, if you will. THANKS DAVY. Also, thanks Excel, from whom I stole the post-death buffet idea many, many years ago, cough.))