The camps were mobilizing for (i)our Big Move(i). Since Eddie's Camp's motto was "Let's Do This," we needed to diplomatically ask another Camp if they'd stop saying that. "Okay, okay," Carrot Lips considered the reasoning behind (i)the Request(i).  He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled louder than a steam ship's whistle.

     Sweaty, working-hard people came from all around.  First, he looked real serious.  People furrowed brows and tried to guess.  Then he growled like a Red Wolf, "WHOOO said it?" People looked around curiously.  A tall black woman with a knapsack caught his eye and gestured (i)okay to put this here?(i) onto the split-log table.  "May I ask, who said what Sir?" An equally tall black man said and then stepped sideways.  Behind him was "the fat kid" and behind him was two healed up Rays.

     Carrot lips broke his serious composure in a Flashdance head swing, put out Kung Fu arms, and turned his voice into cartoonish and blurted, (i)badah, badah, er, What's up Doc?(i) People just looked at him.  "All right, no takers, hmmmm, how 'bout this one?" He did Karate moves, a full swing around of his whole body off the ground, landed on solid feet and imitated a movie-star: "I'll beee bahk." 

     "Oh!  That was, um, can't think of the guy's name." 

     Someone else yelled out (i)ShwartzAnegger(i).