Look, I'm struggling with a hangover that makes me wanna beat the dogsh*t out of a nearby pole, and you're struggling to comprehend what I'm talking about. So let's just get this show started, shall we?
Like my hangover, our Camp campers' day starts off mysteriously and very catastrophic! So bad, in fact, that our usual cheery David, (God help this man) is at his point of exhaustion... As we see his dumbass walk into the counselors lodge, burnt, scarred, and all around traumatized... So basically, an adult in a Popeyes lunch rush.
Gwen: *Reading her magazin peacefully while seeing David walking in all burnt* What did I say? Don't do "fire safety" camp and "political history" camp in the same day, unless you reeeeeaaaallly want Y/n to go Colombian on everyone again.
By that, Gwen meant that whenever Y/n gets to combine fire and politics, the camp usually gets a lesson in why giving the psychopath both means and reason to do rebellious actions is considered a bad thing.
Y/n (outside): Por la libertad, mis compatriotas!
... A very bad thing! But while Armageddon is happening outside, some well-deserved care is happening in the counselors lodge.
Gwen: *Closing her magazine* Go on, get out of here.
David: Wha?
Gwen: Well, you're not gonna do anyone, any good, while being like that. Side's freedom fighter Y/n is an entirely new ordeal for us to handle.
Y/n (still outside): TEMERÁN LA FURIA DE MIS DESEOS ARDIENTES!
... Okay, before you ask. No, I don't know what he's saying. Something about burning stuff, I presume.
David: Well... I'm still glad to see him taking Spanish camp so well, albeit a bit too extremely.
Gwen: Yeah, and what you should do extremely is to go out and do some R&R. I got undwater basket weaving tomorrow, so you just chill.
David: Well... What should I do?
Easy, go outside and smo-
Gwen: -ke a fat one.
David: ... What?
Gwen: Just go do whatever that relaxes your freaky brain before you kill yourself. *Throws car keys to David* The campmobile got a full tank, so go nuts.
David: You know what? I might just do that. Thanks, Gwen!
With his appreciation out of the way, David went to prepare himself for a day of relaxation...
Gwen: *Reading her magazine again.* BT-dubs you're still on fire.
As soon as he cools off, LITERALLY!
But we all know this camp ain't a place for privacy, I mean come on, you step on a twig and Max will call you out for being a lazy walker.
No, our little revolutionary maniac heard the whispers inside the counselor's lodge and thought.
Y/n: *Gasps.* Imposiblé! Andelé Y/n, a mis compatriotés!
... I still don't know what the hell he's saying, but judging from his behavior, I think he might have heard something interesting and needed to tell his friends. Whom where talking to Space kid about... space stuff, like what else?
Neil: So if you park the ship at the Lagrange poi-
Booooooring! Someone interrupt this man.
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Humor"Hey you! Yeah YOU! Do you love explosions? If so then come over to pyrotechnics camp and learn all the wonder of setting things on fire!" Ah the ol' bait and catch maneuver. That little flier got our little pyromaniac, Y/n, excited to join his drea...
