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I can't believe we're going camping.

Oh god, me either. Why?

I think I have a gambling problem.

Did you lose a bet to that House guy?

House is going to lose this bet.

Are you going camping with him?

If I win, I own him for three days. It's a fair enough bet.

Camping? Oh, lordy lord, I don't think I'd ever survive.

It's only for a day, but I think I'll win.

I went from a suburbs girl to a city girl... I don't know what I'd do without indoor plumbing for a long period of time.

I don't know what a lot of us would do without it.

You're going down.

Please. I should bring Rachel's baby hammock in case I end up having to carry you back to the car after an hour.

We're going to sing camp songs.

And we'll make macaroni pictures.

That's preschool, not camping. Get with it.

I am going to make this hell.

Bring it on.

You said it, not me.

...Camping! That's... interesting. You don't strike me as the outdoors type.

We'll see after one day.

Willing to try anything?

Luckily, it's only for a day. I have a feeling the person I'm going with is going to lose after three hours.

Lose? Lose what?

I have a bet going with one of my employees that he can't last a day in the woods without complaining.

Without complaining? Harsh. I can't even imagine my employees making it out to the woods, let alone staying there.

Owning his ass for three days is completely worth it.

A little immature, but hey, it sounds like you keep things interesting.

Anything for employee morale.

I'm sure they greatly appreciate it.

I'm sure he will.