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[in the mess hall, there's a girl who looks, well, pissed. the camp afforded stuff-the track suit, the laptop, and the gun-are all lying on a table, and she seems to be angrily pushing buttons on her cellphone]
-Okay, that's it. I can deal with absolutely quaint farms in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows it's all you see on the way to Cedar Point, anyway, but if this is some Sue Sylvester joke to turn us all into her washed up twins, I'm not interested.
Oh, and I was in the middle of a very important text, and this place dared to cut me off. Someone's gotta check the poles.
[and with that, the phone joins the pile]
-Okay, that's it. I can deal with absolutely quaint farms in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows it's all you see on the way to Cedar Point, anyway, but if this is some Sue Sylvester joke to turn us all into her washed up twins, I'm not interested.
Oh, and I was in the middle of a very important text, and this place dared to cut me off. Someone's gotta check the poles.
[and with that, the phone joins the pile]