Chapter 9

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Jack, on the walkie talkie: June, I need your help! I-

June: No, Jack. Is the treehouse on fire?

Jack: No, but-

June: Then it isn't a real emergency. *Hangs up*

Quint: What did she say? What do we go about the hoard of zombies behind us?!

Jack: Apparently, it isn't really an emergency.

Dirk, getting strangled by a monster: HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY?!?!?!

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