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[boxbythebed]

[From the general direction of the woods, Jennifer is walking back towards the main part of camp. She looks, in contrast to the last few weeks, fabulous; full hair, moving as if blown by an invisible wind machines, skin that's so healthy it's practically glowing, and a little ~*~twinkle~*~ in her eyes.]

God, I feel amazing. Who else here feels

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[boxbythebed]

How's it hanging? I mean, you did say it was hanging, right?

[boxbythebed]

I am pleased. I feel like I just had a really good roll in the hay with, like... Hugh Jackman or some shit like that.

[ortwinkieup]

...your Majesty?

[boxbythebed]

Hey, cowboy.

[ortwinkieup]

You work at a butcher shop no one told me about?

[boxbythebed]

Zombies.

[ovoretherainbow]

Have a fun fight or somethin'?

[boxbythebed]

Just zombies!

[ovoretherainbow]

It don't look like dey were too bad!

[boxbythebed]

I wasn't that threatened.

[forcuttingboxes]

[SWEET BALL-LICKING MARY I AM SO HUNGRY lol vaguely contemplating licking that bit of blood she missed off her face]

Jennifer . . .

[boxbythebed]

Wow. Looking kinda girl interrupted, sparky.

[forcuttingboxes]

Who was he?

[boxbythebed]

I don't think that's the question you really want to ask.

[moondropkick]

[hot girls covered in blood? you mean that isn't normal?]

I wouldn't say amazing, at the moment, but I'm glad someone is.

[boxbythebed]

You don't feel amazing? But you've got grade-A sweater udders.

[moondropkick]

As true as that may be, I guess I've just been sort of bored recently.

[boxbythebed]

If I had those, I'd probably stay inside all day playing with them.