Battle of the Sexes
This is some serious shizznit. I'm not even kidding. It's the Battle of the Sexes. It has finally begun. It's stupid, if you ask me. Camp RingField can suck it. There's no winning the Battle of the Sexes! There's too much fraternising with the enemy! Well, not from me, Bee Goodall, anway. Or my supposed best friend Caleb and his jerk other friend Jake (I call him Gadget for reasons that will become clear later). It's not even the real Battle of the Sexes. It's just the spring break camp, Camp RingField's Battle of the Sexes. I don't trust anyone, especially not the girls. They are all sluts here. Except me, Bee. But anyway, this is war. And I trust no one.