okay, i'll tell him. he's not like a bloodthirsty creature of the night bent on stealing your cows away or anything. but we're trained to deal with things that look like monsters or threats in a pretty direct way.
oh my gods, i think i've met him? we stole chicken wings at a cookout together. not like, together, more like synchronously. and i kept him from getting diarrhea.
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it'd be nice if you didn't kill them
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rest easy, soldiers
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standing down.
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my son's gotten attached to him though so we're all forced to tolerate him until the inevitable ugly breakup
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which son?
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murphy, the guy with my face but more hair and less body
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oh my gods, i think i've met him? we stole chicken wings at a cookout together. not like, together, more like synchronously. and i kept him from getting diarrhea.
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thanks for that
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so when you say son what does that mean in this specific context? would henrietta be his sister?
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henrietta wasn't created by me exactly she was created by a me who doesn't exist anymore
and murphy probably wasn't created by me at all but we're not 100% on that
sometimes i accidentally make really big things so there's a tiny chance i created his universe?
erring on the side of caution he's mine now
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any other camp ground things i should know about?
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[I'm sorry about Adam's habit of inviting himself to answer his boyfriend's text conversations.]
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i asked about that when we met. he didn't.
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