Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
There’s mother fuckin’ tupperware just balanced in there. The shit’s gonna fall.
*looks at Max again* Hey, watch your mouth. Who runs this place? Haven’t they heard of ‘nesting’?
The hell is that?
It’s where you put smaller tupperware into bigger ones. it’s how you’re supposed to store them.
Quartermaster just chucks em in the cabinet. *he opened it again. A couple tupperware containers crash down. Max covers his head, swearing.* found it. *he grabbed the funnel and shoved it in his pocket, jumping down.*
*Carlos went over to him* You okay? *he starts to pick up the tupperware and nest them to replace them in the cabinet safely.*
Yeah I’m fine.
<< time skip to the store because aaaAHHHHHH >>
*Carlos pointed toward the candy* Grab a pack of Mentos, will you Max? Make sure it’s the original, not the candy coated kind.
Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
There’s mother fuckin’ tupperware just balanced in there. The shit’s gonna fall.
*looks at Max again* Hey, watch your mouth. Who runs this place? Haven’t they heard of ‘nesting’?
The hell is that?
It’s where you put smaller tupperware into bigger ones. it’s how you’re supposed to store them.
Quartermaster just chucks em in the cabinet. *he opened it again. A couple tupperware containers crash down. Max covers his head, swearing.* found it. *he grabbed the funnel and shoved it in his pocket, jumping down.*
*Carlos went over to him* You okay? *he starts to pick up the tupperware and nest them to replace them in the cabinet safely.*
Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
There’s mother fuckin’ tupperware just balanced in there. The shit’s gonna fall.
*looks at Max again* Hey, watch your mouth. Who runs this place? Haven’t they heard of ‘nesting’?
The hell is that?
It’s where you put smaller tupperware into bigger ones. it’s how you’re supposed to store them.
Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
There’s mother fuckin’ tupperware just balanced in there. The shit’s gonna fall.
*looks at Max again* Hey, watch your mouth. Who runs this place? Haven’t they heard of ‘nesting’?
Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
To be fair he has a hook hand. And he probably does have a funnel. It’s probably just… gross.
Having a hook hand doesn’t make you a horrible person, Max. Stabbing a squirrel in front of a child does.
C’mon… let’s look in the kitchen.
*max looked genuinely frusterated* I don’t think you’re getting what I’m saying. *he shoved his hands in his pockets* sure, whatever. Let’s go.
*Carlos looked at Max* Hey… you okay? Did I say something wrong?
I’m fine. *he started walking to the mess hall* we gonna do this or not?
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
To be fair he has a hook hand. And he probably does have a funnel. It’s probably just… gross.
Having a hook hand doesn’t make you a horrible person, Max. Stabbing a squirrel in front of a child does.
C’mon… let’s look in the kitchen.
*max looked genuinely frusterated* I don’t think you’re getting what I’m saying. *he shoved his hands in his pockets* sure, whatever. Let’s go.
*Carlos looked at Max* Hey… you okay? Did I say something wrong?
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