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Jamey: *walking back with firewood*

Faz: *asleep using a rock as his pillow*

Jamey: *puts the firewood down and kisses his forehead*

Faz: *smiles softly still sleeping*

Jamey: *about to pick him up before hearing giggling* Hm? *gets up and looks around*

~ giggling comes from a bush ~

Jamey: *goes over and pushes the bushes away*

Max+Jerry: *making out heavily*

Jamey: *let's go and immediately walks back* I will forever have that image burned into my skull.

~ Poor Jamey! ~

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