You were a camp counselor at two stud camp. You had used to be friends with a fellow counselor, spud- or rather frank at that time. You hung out a lot in the summer when you two were counseling, until he went missing one day. You missed him a lot when he went missing, and you hadn't seen him since, though you kept counseling. Until one fateful summer...

It was a summer like any, you had just arrived at the campsite, expecting not to see anyone yet, as you were early to clean up. It was quiet, until you spotted someone sitting on the logs. But not just any someone. You could never forget that familiar bucket on his head.

"Spud... spud spud..." He rambled on, not noticing you quite yet.