"So Uncle G, what do you suggest?" Izzy asked Uncle Grandpa as they were watching Chris McLean relaxing on a beach chair.
"...what does he like?" Uncle Grandpa asked as he rolled his right hand around. "...what doesn't he like?"
Izzy took a moment to think as she squinted her eyes, then shrugged. "Honestly, beats me. He likes and hates a lot of things. Like me!" She laughed as she rolled around on the ground laughing.
"...then we're gonna have to improvise!" Uncle Grandpa exclaimed as he pulled out a voodoo doll of Chris and began putting needles into it, humming. "Sometimes, all it takes to get something done is to take a little action, and..."
Suddenly Chris began screaming in pain as he felt the needles impacting him, not knowing what it was as he screamed. Izzy laughed as some of the others campers were curious, most of them being happy inside as they didn't know what the hell was going on, but were relieved and thankful that it was happening to the jerkass of a host that was Chris.