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[GRIAN]
I... would have killed Timmy. I close my eyes and I can see myself in Scott's place, going for the pillow he talked about, or one of the tent stakes, or, I don't know, a flashlight. There's a lot of things you can kill with, when you're talking camping supplies. I've gone through them all, in my time, and-
Well. I always decided Mumbo wouldn't be nearly as handsome if I strangled him with a sleeping bag, and I do stand by that. Huge pain to dispose of a body, too. But. I can see myself in Scott's place, killing Timmy. Scott’s way more level-headed than I am, and a lot less impulsive, and that's probably what saved them both, from-
Oh- God, if you're listening to this, you're going to think I want Timmy dead. I don't want him dead! I just would have killed him. There's a difference.
I really do hope Joel is alright. He always-
(door opens)
[MUMBO]
Oh, good, you are in here. Scar wanted everyone to know that he brought cookies, and I, being-
Hey, why are you talking to a tape recorder with that look on your face? Am I not best friend enough?
[GRIAN]
Oh, for- It just makes me feel better, okay? Leave off. Where’d he put the cookies?
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