To "please" their mother, the Iris Cabin often ran around throwing skittles at the other campers, yelling, "IN THE NAME OF IRIS, TASTE THE RAINBOW!" Most of the campers hid in their cabins, naming the event the "Dreaded Rainbow Hour"
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147. Iris
To "please" their mother, the Iris Cabin often ran around throwing skittles at the other campers, yelling, "IN THE NAME OF IRIS, TASTE THE RAINBOW!" Most of the campers hid in their cabins, naming the event the "Dreaded Rainbow Hour"