There are no footprints to follow, and no broken twigs to mark the trail. Not so much as a lingering scent to go on, but it must be found and stopped. Somehow it has found its way into our camp. Its presents brings with it a fear that spreads faster than the thing itself. It hides in plain sight and moves among us undetected.
We shall go boldly into the war
zone, armed with a Q-Tip, and we’ll face this challenge together. Failure is not an option.
This may sound like we're unprepared...
but it's a really big Q-Tip.
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