I'm at a campfire. I'm super excited because I am going to make me a Caravan Lunch.
Fuck yeah.
Cram, Instamash, Pork N Beans, all shoved in a lunchbox and stirred up with some Radaway. I practically want to make some in REAL LIFE.
SO FUCKING PUMPED TO MAKE THIS.
I got Veronica and the Eyebot following me around and carrying like 200 pounds of shit each.
I turn to the campfire.
I don't have any Cram on me. What the fuck do you mean I don't have any Cram on me I stole like 5 Crams out of this house earlier. What the fuck. Okay maybe robot has the Cram. Robot?
No fucking Cram.
Okay Veronica.
NO FUCKING CRAM.
I fire my gun at the ground and yell:
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FUCKING CRAM!?
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