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Riddles and surveys seem to be the popular thing lately. I guess the cabin fever had to set in eventually. Or do we call it tent fever here?

I guess I'll contribute with a joke. How many bullets does it take to stop an animal that's fast, aggressive, and already bleeding?

Two. One to bring it down and another for the twitching. It's a horrible punchline, but there's too many kiddies listening for one of my better jokes. Ma

Take a little extra caution outside the camp. These things usually run away.

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Not fat old men coming down my chimney. That's not a gift I'm interested in unwrapping.

Edited 2015-12-29 15:51 (UTC)

young thin women? because that's gonna be way too weird for kids

Edited 2015-12-29 15:54 (UTC)

[It takes him a few moments to respond to that.]

I buy my own presents.

[ ...huh. Johnny, oddly enough, finds himself commiserating. no more gifts after mom died and dad imploded into himself. ]

even when you were a kid? sorry to hear that.

Why are you sorry? I could buy whatever I wanted.

easy there, richie rich

no parentals in the way?

I'm not even going to ask this time.

Of course I had parents.

["Of course."]

and they refused to feed you the lie of an old fat man coming down chimneys to give you shiny things (or a lump of coal). outrageous!

also too late, i'm gonna tell you about richie rich anyway

if we're gonna keep conversing i should at least make it pop-culture educational

richie rich, little kid with more money than god but kinda lonely