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[skinofalizard]

[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.

Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...

[he's quite good, actually]

[*not nearly as

Comments

[ofsugarandspite]

Great, I've wandered into the Sound of Lameness. My torture is complete.

[ofsugarandspite]

Are you kidding? Hiding all the bodies would be such a pain in the ass.

[skinofalizard]

You wouldn't have to do it.

[ofsugarandspite]

Sure, if I wanted to get caught with a dead body.

[skinofalizard]

I'm sure you could hire someone to take care of the body.

[ofsugarandspite]

But then you have to trust whoever you hired to take care of it won't sell you down the river.

[skinofalizard]

Maybe cremation, then.

[ofsugarandspite]

That's a good idea. Not that I'm planning to burn any bodies. It's not like I kill people!

[skinofalizard]

I never thought you did.

[ofsugarandspite]

You never know with some of the complete lunatics here.

[skinofalizard]

I guess you're right. After all, we're all here because the Director thinks we killed someone.

[skinofalizard]

I guess so. Especially since we're all here because the Director thinks we killed her fiance.

[ofsugarandspite]

I don't think I knew that. That's totally crazy. I've never even met her fiance.

[skinofalizard]

I don't know if anyone has, before coming here.

He's not actually dead, you see.

[ofsugarandspite]

He's not even dead? I can't even-- There are no words. Not that I'm bitching about the free vacation and everything but what the hell?

[skinofalizard]

I think she might be a little bit insane.