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Camp Revenge Season 2

Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 15: "Court Orders and Foodgasms"

Don't disobey the law. If you do, you will get arrested. And George Bush will come to your house and RAPE YOU!! Ok, so maybe he won't, but he'll kick your ass, that's for sure.

"BROWNIE!" I called out. "BROWNIE!"

Uncle Brown came into my cabin. "What?" he asked, sounding really annoyed.

"Go get me some lemonade pretty please," I begged pathetically.

He rolled his eyes. "You lazy piece of shit…"

"Hey," I said, pointing a finger at him. "I have a court order to be lazy. Go get me some gosh darn lemonade,"

My uncle set off and returned moments later with a glass of pink lemonade. "Here you go your royal majesty. Anything else?"

I nodded. "I hate pink lemonade," I shoved the glass at him. "Get me the regular crap,"

He scowled and walked away with the glass of pink lemonade, dumping it out in the grass.

Mitchie came into the cabin. "Hi my little criminal,"

"Hey baby," I said.

She handed me an icepack. "Here. Put this on your face – it's swelling up,"

I put the icepack on my face and held it there until Uncle Brown came back with regular lemonade. I put the icepack on the table next to me and drank my lemonade. "This is some good shit right here, Brownie,"

Uncle Brown sighed. "Anything else?

"Go get Jason and Nate. I want to talk to them," I told him.

He narrowed his eyes.

I smirked and shrugged. "Court orders," I said and drank some more lemonade. I set the glass down on the table and put the icepack back on my face. "Fucking black eye…" I muttered.

"Yeah," Mitchie said, sitting down. "You're not as pretty as you used to be,"

I nodded. "I'm pretty sure there's more to life than being ridiculously good looking, and I plan on finding out what that is,"

Jason and Nate came into the cabin. "Hey ex-convict," Nate greeted. "You asked for us?"

I pointed to the walkie-talkies that were over on my couch. "Walkie-talkies. Get them,"

Nate rolled his eyes. "You know you're allowed to move around inside your cabin, right? Just not outside?"

I shrugged. "So maybe I'm lazy,"

He got the four walkie-talkies and handed them to me. I handed one to Jason, one to Nate, and one to Mitchie. "Now if we want to talk, I don't have to scream your names,"

Jason turned on his walkie-talkie and went outside.

"Hey Shane! It's Jason! We can be super-spies!"

I laughed and pressed the button down on the walkie-talkie. "Yeah. We could,"

Jason came back into the cabin. "They work!"

I nodded. "Now, I want you to go on your first mission,"

"Yes. Anything," he said, standing at attention.

I laughed a bit at him. "Go find my uncle Brown and tell him there's a raccoon in Tess's cabin, ok?"

Jason nodded. "Sir, yes, sir!" He left my cabin and I turned to Mitchie. I burst out laughing.

"What an idiot," I said, trying to control my laughter.

Jason came back in the cabin. "Message from Sergeant Brown: 'There is no fucking raccoon in the Bitch's cabin. Stop getting Jason to send me stupid messages,'"

I shrugged. "Tell him he's a douche bag,"

He nodded and set off again.

Mitchie turned to me. "So about the wedding…"

"What wedding?" Nate cut her off.

She turned to Nate. "Our dogs. Are getting married,"

"When?" he asked.

"June thirty-first at three," she told him.

He nodded. "Send me an invite. I'm gonna go canoeing with Jason,"

As if on cue, Jason came back in the room. Nate grabbed his arm and they left.

Mitchie got her notebook off of the table. "Since you can't leave this cabin, I'll go into Breckenridge and order some wedding stuff. That's only, what, like thirty miles from here?"

I nodded. "I don't know if they'll have stuff there. They only sell t-shirts,"

She shrugged. "They have a doggie bakery. I'll go get some dog treats there,"

"Sounds good," I said.

"Vail might have stuff… People get married in Vail," she said, writing in her notebook.

"Vail's an hour away from here," I told her.

"Beats driving three to Denver or the Springs," she said.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess,"

Uncle Brown came into the room. "Hey, guys. Tomorrow the little kiddies come for day camp,"

Mitchie smiled and jumped up and down. "YAY! Little kiddies! I can't wait!"

"What?" I asked.

He walked over to me. "Since you guys are the eldest here at camp, you will be showing all the little day campers around,"

"I can't leave my cabin – I have a court order saying so," I said.

My uncle nodded. "You'll be doing arts and crafts in your cabin,"

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

He nodded. "Yup. Get over it – hard work never killed anyone,"

"But why take a chance?" I asked.

Uncle Brown sighed. "Too bad, so sad,"

"But, Brownie!" I whined.

He already left my cabin. I scoffed. "Oh no he didn't!"

"Come on!" Mitchie said. "It will be fun!"

I shook my head. "I don't want to hang out with snot-nosed preschoolers!"

"I'll be with you in here,"

I pondered this and shrugged. "As long as you're here. Now go get me some food. I'm hungry for dinner and I didn't eat lunch – they wanted me to eat some hot pile of garbage,"

Mitchie smiled and set off. I waited her to come back, and she brought me a bag of Cheetos. "Dinner's not ready yet, but I got you these,"

I took the bag from her and opened it up, munching on my cheesy goodness. "Cheetos taste so much better after you were forced to eat crap," I ate the whole bag. "Mmm! Foodgasm!"

"You know what place always gives me a foodgasm just thinking about it?"

"Hmmm?" I asked.

"On the Border,"

"YES!" I squealed. "ME TOO! Oh my God… Uh oh, foodgasm alert! I need On the Border! Go get some!"

Mitchie laughed. "Ok. I'll get Jason to go get us some," She turned on her walkie-talkie. "Lemon Cookie to Little Bunny Foo Foo. Come to the MoFo cabin! Stat!"

"Stat?" I asked. "Are you a doctor now?"

She shrugged. "Am I?"

Jason came running into the cabin. "What? Who died?"

"You did," I told him.

His jaw drop. "I d-d-died?!" He fell to the floor and broke down sobbing. "I can't believe I died! Who killed me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I did,"

"First you get arrested for trying to buy beer, and now you're a MURDERER?! That's it! I'm turning you in," he stood up and reached for his phone.

I scoffed. "Jason I didn't kill you!"

He stopped looking for his phone. "Oh,"

"I need you to go get me, Mitchie, and Nate On The Border. The usual. And get something for yourself, too, ok?"

He nodded. "Sir, yes, sir!" He turned to leave.

"Don't forget the chips and queso!" I called out after him.

Jason left and returned about thirty minutes later. I grabbed my walkie-talkie. "Hey, Nate. We got you some On The Border,"

"Actual food this time or just an empty box?"

"Just come here you stupid mother fucker!" I yelled into the walkie-talkie.

Moments later, Nate came into the cabin. Jason handed everyone a to-go box, making sure he gave us the right meal – the one thing Jason is good at is going to On The Border and remembering what everybody wants.

We all sat in the circle, the sacred bowl of queso in the middle of us, and ate our food and nachos. I dipped my nacho in the cheese and probably took half the cheese out.

Mitchie looked at me. "Woo cwan't twake wall the cweese woo dumb fwuck!" she yelled through a mouthful of chicken.

I sighed and put some of the cheese back, only taking enough cheese to cover the surface of my chip.

I mean, after all, Georgy has his army, and his loving wife and kids, and his loyal followers, his secret service, his terrorist friends, the Devil (who's actually his lover)... I mean, this guy can seriously kick your ass. You don't want to mess with him and his Nazi band of loyal Republican followers.

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