AHMAHGAWD Cam was actually invited for a camping trip? Suuuuure he'd been doing tons of camping already but the legendary Forest of Dean. He'd been there a few times but did that mean he was gonna go off and reject the offer?!
"Iiiii've got nuhh strings, to hold me down, to make me FRET to make meh frown," he started singing in a very shrieky voice, a mix between an angry merman and a banshee.
He was carrying a very large
green camping bag and was wearing a boys scout --no he wasn't a scout but the uniform looked AAAAWWEEESOME much that he just had to
steal borrow some from an unfortunate person. Heh.
"HIIIII-HOOOO THE MERRI-OOOHHH," he continued in a sort of a loud voice and began the path, he had a map you see--it was a GINOOOORRRMOUS forest and who knew if you could get lost and such?! Safety fiiiirst. Obviously.
"La la la la la la LAAAAA," he continued singing because he reaaaallly didn't know the rest of the lyrics. Cam looked back at the map... oh my. They were veeery far off.
Very. Far. Off. It'd take him an hour or so just to get there.
"Leeeema Leeemaarrrrr's soooo meaaan," he said with a frown, giving a sigh and following a trail.
"So... I go left... and I go... err... nuhhh wait I'm suppose to go..." Which is why he never learned how to drive. Sad sad. But EEEEEP oh riiiiiiight! Apparating. Pfffttt. He'd gotten his license and all, already right?
POP!
And in an instant he was behind LEEEEEMA. OHMGAWSSHHH. Just to like go all and be scary,
"Boo!" And just for safety measures, he looked at himself. Did he spliiinch? Errr...