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[In the middle of camp, there is a pole. Not just any pole, mind you. It's taller than a flag pole, and it has a horizontal bar at the top. That's important, because hanging upside-down by a rope tied to his feet at the end of this bar is a man in a straitjacket. And if you watch him for a few minutes, you'll see him get his arms over his head. Then he wriggles the straitjacket off him. After that, he swings up to grab at his feet.
That's when he stops, and lets go, letting himself swing back and forth with the jacket in his hands.]
Okay, someone did not think this through. How the fuck am I meant to get down without breaking my neck? And don't you dare untie my feet, Amp.
[He also seems to be talking to a monkey perched on the bar above him.]
((ETA: sleep, will pick up threads tomorrow o/))
That's when he stops, and lets go, letting himself swing back and forth with the jacket in his hands.]
Okay, someone did not think this through. How the fuck am I meant to get down without breaking my neck? And don't you dare untie my feet, Amp.
[He also seems to be talking to a monkey perched on the bar above him.]
((ETA: sleep, will pick up threads tomorrow o/))