Sunday Evening: Cuddly Wuggly Bunny Campfire

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There was a campfire. There were also assorted treats for said campfire and implements to use them.

Worf did not bring those treats and was not interested in using him.

He was however standing guard at the campfire to prevent anyone who wasn't a Cuddly Wuggly Bunny from taking them away.

[Open. Because Worf being associated with the words "Cuddly Wuggly Bunny" is too much not to abuse]

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[futureclone]

Alex was still not happy about being a Cuddly Wuggly Bunny but that didn't mean he wouldn't come out to the campfire to sulk be social. "Hey. Are you in this cabin?"

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"Yes," Worf said seriously as he kept his eye out for people trying to loot their campsite. "I am Worf. I am a member of the Cuddly Wuggly Bunny cabin. And you are?"

[futureclone]

"Uh, I'm Alex. I'm also a...Cuddly Wuggly Bunny. Is something wrong?"

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"Not at all. Merely keepin our campire safe.

[futureclone]

Alex looked around for some quantifiable threat. He saw...not much. "From what?"

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"One can never tell. Ponies. Deceitful people who wish to have s'mores."

[futureclone]

"Good point. Mind if I join you in standing guard?" Alex asked.

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"If you wish," Worf replied. "I am Worf. You are?"

[futureclone]

"Alex," Alex said. Hadn't they just done this?