So, I’ve been hearing a lot about this so called “summer camp” thing recently. And, despite my intimidatingly keen intelligence, I admit I’m at a bit of a loss. Why would anyone want to spend their time living in cabins with other sweaty, unwashed peons? Why on earth would anyone cook their meals over a fire like a caveman?
But never fear, agents. If the thought of swimming in muddy lakes appalls you as much as it does me, I have a solution.
Welcome to Camp Cahill.
Yes, you read that correctly. This summer, the other Madrigal leaders and I will arrange special training opportunities to sharpen your skills, update you on our latest top-secret technology, and show you how to have fun in the sun without actually, you know, getting sunburned.
Are you game? We’d be delighted to have you. Just please leave the flip-flops at home. No one wants to see your toes. (Are you reading this Hamilton?!)
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