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“No, Jakob, that’s not going to fit in the tent!”
Kevin looks back at Jakob. Flung over his shoulder is a giant penis pillow. Kevin turns back to Axel, apologetic look on his face,
“I didn’t see him pack that!”
Axel’s firm, “Why have you even brought that?” he doesn’t wait for an answer before launching into a further rant, “No, take that back to the car! It won’t fit in the tent! WE” Axel points to the three of them in a frantic hand waving motion, “won’t fit in the tent! Even without your fucking giant. . .” Axel trailed off, the word penis left unspoken as he realises he probably shouldn’t shout that in the too quiet woodlands.
Jakob looks a little glum. He looks over to Kevin, who just turns without saying a word, and follows Axel down the hill to help find a spot for their camp.
“I-“ Jakob starts as he catches them up.
“Jakob,” Kevin says, voice low, “You’re giving me a complex. We’re surely all the dick you need!”
He’s not going to take the penis cushion back, but Jakob is going to spend all night showing them they are all the dick he needs.