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"Welcome to Isla Nublar, campers!" Our counselor's voice rang out in enthusiasm. "You are the chosen few, the first kids in the entire world to ever experience the awesomeness that is Camp Cretaceous."
His gaze swept over, pausing at the boy hunched over by the dock. "I know the trip from the mainland was rough on some. Hello Ben."
The sickly green boy turned around, managing to give the counselor a thumbs up before continuing to vomit into the sea.
"But you made it!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm unfazed. "Im Dave, head counselor. You heard that correctly- head honcho, big shot." He puffed out his chest, grinning widely.
The crunch of tires on gravel drew everyone's attention as a sleek SUV pulled up. A woman in a crisp uniform, identical to Dave's, leapt out with athletic grace.
"Ah, so sorry i'm late everyone," she said, her voice carrying a mix of authority and warmth. Turning to the group with a broad smile, she announced, "Welcome campers! I'm Roxie, head counselor if Camp Cretaceous."