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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

*Max nodded* I’ll spot from the front *he headed over to behind the mess hall, kicking the wall of the QM store in the process*

*Carlos walked carefully, keeping an eye on the ground ahead of him as he went*

I don’t think it’d really matter if it spilled since we’re done with it?

Well, we should keep it away from the forest since it’s got two tide pods in it. And I”m not about to put pond scum in the sink inside. Lord knows what the QM would do to me if I did…*Carlos could already imagine it, and he got nervous at what he thought of. He shuddered.* So, behind the mess hall where it can safely be deluded by rain water is a good spot I think, without immediately impacting the environment while the detergent is so concentrated.

Yeah sure. I’m pretty sure QuarterMaster wouldn’t give a shit anyway.

Well, yeah, there’s that… but then your dishes would be washed with pond scum water. And I don’t think you want that either. *there’s a dumpster and he walks up next to it to pour the pot out.*

That’d be kinda terrible- hey check if the platypus is in there first.

The platy- You guys have a platypus? Uh, okay… check if it’s there for me I guess? I’m holding the pot.

Uh-huh *max takes a fairly large stick and opens the dumpster top Cautiously looking in* all clear.

Great. *he sets the pot on the ground and turns it over.* So… a platypus?

Yep. The old mascot was kinda,,, thrown into the lake so David made us all look for a new one and Nikki & Neil found a platypus. Then the old mascot returned but then got eaten by said platypus so now we’re the ‘Camp Campbell Pussies’.

That was wild.

Ah- No, you’re not. That’s, uh…. that’s for cats. You guys are… the Platy-People. Definitely not… that other thing.

Wait, you just found a platypus in the woods? In the wilderness of America?

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