The Fucker Came Back.

Elliott Wimbledon Broodmoor, I am going to kick you in the ass so hard you're going to see the curvature of the Earth.


He came back. He came back and he gave everybody in camp a fucking heart attack with that fucking shit-eating grin and fucking 'hay gaiz, what's up?' and the first thing I did was slap his stupid face because goddamnit Elliott what the hell is wrong with you?!


...

I thought you were dead.

Ithoughtyouweredeadithoughtyouweredeadithoughtyouweredead!

I swear to whatever figment of whatever culture's imagination is currently pleasing to your eyes, Elliott, the next time you wander off without my permission I'm going to...

Well.

Hahahaha.


We've already discussed this, haven't we?