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[The situation that Cameron was in, was for all intents and purposes a little bit - no, scratch that, extremely strange. There was a mountain of foam forming by his bedside due to his latest experiment. There was a small French bulldog by the name of Gladstone, floating in a rather large jar of semi-transparent and weirdly glowing blue liquid. He looked like he was enjoying himself at the very least; and what appears to be candyfloss decorating the ceiling; the ladder against the cabinets are the tell tale signs of how they got their. Cameron, who has duck taped himself to the wall, uses his free hand to idly text DIDIER]
I'VE DROPPED MY PEN UNDER GIDEON'S BED. HELP. X.
[The situation that Cameron was in, was for all intents and purposes a little bit - no, scratch that, extremely strange. There was a mountain of foam forming by his bedside due to his latest experiment. There was a small French bulldog by the name of Gladstone, floating in a rather large jar of semi-transparent and weirdly glowing blue liquid. He looked like he was enjoying himself at the very least; and what appears to be candyfloss decorating the ceiling; the ladder against the cabinets are the tell tale signs of how they got their. Cameron, who has duck taped himself to the wall, uses his free hand to idly text DIDIER]
I'VE DROPPED MY PEN UNDER GIDEON'S BED. HELP. X.
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