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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: How did my pants even catch fire? I bought them because the tag said “inflammable”!
Arthur: Inflammable means flammable...
Reader: What?! That doesn’t even make sense!
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: Don’t you ever say anything encouraging?
Dutch: I encourage you not to die.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: I had a dream about you. We were holding each other, naked, by this river. You were this beautiful white crane and I was this magnificent crocodile. We were just laying there, holding each other for warmth...
Mary-Beth: Aw.
Reader: And then I ate you.
Mary-Beth: ...
Reader: There was blood everywhere.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: Don’t worry, Arthur. I’m fine.
Arthur: You got shot, Y/N. You’re not fine.
Reader: I’ve been shot before. So have you, right?
Arthur: It’s not like you build up an immunity to gunshot wounds.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: [to Dutch] I apologise for not doing a better job of pretending I was listening to you.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Abigail: How would you like your coffee?
Reader: As dark and bitter as my soul.
Abigail: One glass of milk coming up.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Arthur: [Looking for Y/N]
Arthur: [Sees a burning building]
Arthur: Yeah, that’s about right.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: That... uh... dress is really beautiful.
Molly: Do you think so?
Reader: Yes! I mean, it was nice on the hanger, but it looks even better on you. You should... you should wear it out.
Molly: ...I am wearing it.
Reader: Oh, right. Ha. Of course.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Sean: Y/N, I need your help.
Reader: That’s not really my skill set... I’m much better at hindering efforts.
Sean: That’s perfect, I’m trying to mess up an opportunity.
Reader: Perfect!
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Arthur: [to Colm O’Driscoll] I am not scared of you! None of us are!
Reader: I kind of am.
Dutch: Shut up, Y/N.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: *running around, stressed* Where is my fucking gun?
Abigail: Y/N, Jack’s here, say it nicer maybe.
Reader: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking gun?
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Micah: Are you a practising homosexual?!
Reader: I don’t need to practice, I’m very good at it.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: I remember that story, Arthur. Mary-Beth and I read it in your journal.
Arthur: You read my journal?!
Mary-Beth: Hey, I just showed them where it was, they’re the one who picked the lock with a bobby pin.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Lenny: *points at Y/N* This is not what I meant when I said get help.
Sean: Well, what did you mean?
Lenny: I meant someone who could actually help!
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: [after watching Sadie kill O’Driscoll’s] I was both horrified and aroused. Horroused, you might say.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Arthur: [to Sean, Reader and Mary-Beth before the coach robbery] Alright, listen up you little shits.
Arthur: ...Not you Mary-Beth. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled that you’re here.
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overheard-at-camp · 4 years
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Reader: [to an O’Driscoll] Yield or die!
Dutch: Y/N, take it down to like a seven.
Reader: [to an O’Driscoll] Yield or... else!
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