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[You may have spotted two young boys bickering in the Mess Hall, around the center of camp, or on their way to the edge of the forest. If you followed, then you're greeted the sight of an older boy in a tree waves a piece of bread at a toucan while a smaller one looks up at the spectacle.]
It's not going to work. Birds get enough bread from people. You should give them ham!
Have you ever tried?
No, but--!
Then it's going to work! [cough] I'm older, so I know.
You should go to the hospital already, and you're doing it wrong.
Hey, I said I'm older! So, listen to your eld-- Get down already! W-Watch out!
--Waaah!!
[Thankfully, neither falls far, but one is caught on a branch by his overalls and the other the back of his shirt. Boys will always be. . . incredibly stupid boys.]
[[I AM WEAK TO MY URGES. SHUT UP. Joshua is angelic/connected to the lifestream/whatever.]]
It's not going to work. Birds get enough bread from people. You should give them ham!
Have you ever tried?
No, but--!
Then it's going to work! [cough] I'm older, so I know.
You should go to the hospital already, and you're doing it wrong.
Hey, I said I'm older! So, listen to your eld-- Get down already! W-Watch out!
--Waaah!!
[Thankfully, neither falls far, but one is caught on a branch by his overalls and the other the back of his shirt. Boys will always be. . . incredibly stupid boys.]
[[I AM WEAK TO MY URGES. SHUT UP. Joshua is angelic/connected to the lifestream/whatever.]]