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I, Katshit Everbitch met my hunting partner, Gay and we made a causal exposition of the plot.
"So, it's the reaping in like a minute," Gay giggled, "you're gonna DIE!" I laughed with him, you have to laugh at the Games...It's easier for the author to write with her limited range of emotion.
"Yeah...then the games. They sure are a bloody fight to the death where there is only one winner," I giggled, then became sad. And ANNGGRRYYY! Angry at the capitol. Angry at the games. Angry at Prim for leaving the toilet seat-up this morning. Angry at Gay. I hit Gay.
"Ow!" said Gay.
"Sorry, Gay...I'm just very, very angry."
"Yep. That's what keeps you from being a Mary-Sue..." then Gay himself randomly started pouting and smouldering, which meant he was angry too.
"This is the worst picnic...EVVVEERRRR!" I screamed in angst. Gay agreed and stopped spinning Prim on the spit. I went home and put some slap on in preparation for the EXTREMELY HORRIFIC reaping that is FULLLL OOOFFF ATMOSPHHHHERRRREEE! RAWWRRRRRRRRRR!...And take a free coupon for KFC and Mac makeup below!