I am going to camp. After getting off the plane I meet this really nice guy who is really funny and it turns out he is going to the same camp. We get there, taking a cab together. The entree of the camp, which is located in a building in the city somewhere, Has a arcade. We put our stuff in the "Camping Room." A large room with tents and a camp fire in it. We pick tents right next to each other. We go back to the arcade and start playing games. The camp director comes in and starts explaining rules. It is late at this point so we go and sit by the fire in the camping room. Then the director comes to the last rule which is, "At night you must stay in your tents or by the fire because Santa comes at night and walks right by here. If your not in the protected area then he will kill you." I laugh and everyone including the nice guy gives me a hard look. Apparently they all came to the same camp last year and he is not joking. The Director leaves and It is becomes utterly dark. We all sit by the fire and then the door opens and here comes Santa along with some king of creepy little elf thing. He is carrying a dead cat. He walks past us, When he gives us a glance half the group almost had a heart attack. He went into the next room that had a kitchen and proceeded to cook the cat. I am sitting there and get the urge to introduce myself. "Hey <PERSON>. It is nice to finally be meeting you man. The names Joy. How Is it been going for you lately?" He turns and gives me and "are you kidding me" look. I continue, ignoring the pleating looks from the other campers. " SO. You going to eat all that cat, I could really go for a spleen of cat right about now." (The fuck? ) I say this jokingly. Everyone gasps and I turn to see Santa right behind me. He smiles in a evil way, not the way you would think to see Santa smile like. He lays something on my shoulder and says "Here you go." Its a freaken cat spleen.(I do not even know what that looks like.) Dream skip I am in the arcade playing games with the nice guy and it is the last day so we stop and pack our things. I am sad at the thought of him and me going our own ways. We see we are going to miss our flight so we go outside and call a cab. That is all a remember
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