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thismaskiwearIf Smokey the Bear had been around (and it was Fandom so Katchoo wasn't going to put that past the laws of plausibility) to tell her off for this, Katchoo would've flipped him off. Granted, she'd have done that even if she hadn't been all wound up from concentratedly ignoring Chuck in class all day, worrying about Francine, and half wanting to kill Sam for what she figured was a good part of the reason Francine had been hiding all day.
The last thing she wanted, right now, was to risk running across Disgustingly Perky People She Couldn't Stand (as opposed to the tiny, tiny number of DPP she could), so she'd picked her way out a little bit off from the cabin to a quiet grove.
Tonight's makeshift ashtray of choice was an empty Pepsi can (Mythbusting had given her a craving), Katchoo was in fact lighting up in the woods, and Smokey the Bear could just )(&*@# suck it.
[OOC: For someone! >.>]
The last thing she wanted, right now, was to risk running across Disgustingly Perky People She Couldn't Stand (as opposed to the tiny, tiny number of DPP she could), so she'd picked her way out a little bit off from the cabin to a quiet grove.
Tonight's makeshift ashtray of choice was an empty Pepsi can (Mythbusting had given her a craving), Katchoo was in fact lighting up in the woods, and Smokey the Bear could just )(&*@# suck it.
[OOC: For someone! >.>]
