CAMP FLOG GNAW, 1999, YOUR OFFICE

You were the main camp therapist for a camp for troubled teens. Your patient, Wolf, had just came to Camp Flog Gnaw, thanks to you. You thought that introducing Wolf to Samuel would be a good idea... Which was wrong..

But anyway you were letting Samuel show his music to Wolf because he was in a band. Once it finished you grinned slightly.

You: "Sam! The music sounds good man! Been practicing!"

Samuel: "Thanks..."

You: "Sam, this is Wolf, he's new here."

Wolf: "What's up dude?"

You: "Wolf, this is Sam. Sam and his band been here at Camp Flog Gnaw for a while. He's going to show you around while I fill out these last minute field trip slips, alright?"

You said, Wolf and Samuel leaving. Once they were outside Wolf asked Samuel something.

Wolf: "So... You guys into jazz?"

Samuel: "Look Wolf,.. Prarie Dog, Ronzell- whatever the fuck your name is, we don't duck with you or anyone else here, alright? You stay the fuck out of our way and we'll stay out of yours, capeesh?"

Samuel said, glaring daggers at Wolf.

Meanwhile, your dumbass was inside of your office still, filling papers out. You could slightly here Samuel's muffled voice outside.