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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ugly.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: All it's missing is a few trees. Be nice.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: Most of the trees. And why the fuck am I being nice to a forest? Can we even call it that?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: I'm not telling you to be nice to the forest. I'm telling you talk nicely. That way, you can be polite.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: To Him?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: No, to me.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: Oh, okay.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: This has already gone off topic. If I may—

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: You can't.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: Cabin. Now.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: I'm sorry, do we know you?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: I—

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: You're weird.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: Okay.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: You know, it's not fun to make fun of people if they just accept it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: I know.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: Okay, this conversation is even farther off topic. What is going on?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: Poisoned.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: Alright then... Well, you're on a path in the woods—

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: Let's go to the cabin.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍: Agreed.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: Do we have a choice in whether we leave or go to the cabin?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: You do, but—

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: She wasn't talking to you!

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