When we had been at camp a couple of days we had already had a couple
of run ins with the quarter master named John. A quarter master is
the keeper of the food and supplies and he gives them out before each
activity and meal. This John joker was a slightly older boy and was
letting handing out the ramen noodles and chile go to his head. He
would make up arbitrary and condescending things that we would have
to do to get our supplies as he gloated and loaded it over us. We had
enough and because we were the closest camp to the quarter masters
tent we decided to extract a little forest camp justice. We found him
guilty of douche-baggery and sentenced him to one confinement to a
porta-potty. We put one boy on lookout and when john went into the
porta-potty we got the signal and sprang into action. We were well
prepared as probably goes without saying. We had our rope moves
choreographed and before John new what was happening he was tied
securely into the portable convenience. He yelled at us and told us
he was going to kill us and pushed really hard on the plastic door
which distended around the rope but held fast. Our troop began to be
divided on what our next step should be the majority were for running
off, one kid wanted to let him out and two – Steve and Kevin
decided to escalate the prank to a poopy prank. They started taunting
John asking him the same kinds of inane questions he would ask when
you wanted to get your food. “Do you want it? Do you really want
it? How bad? What will you do for me if we let you out?” He failed
to see the irony in the parallels and just swore out grievous bodily
harm on us if we didn't turn him loose. Steve and Kevin then got the
potty rocking and John wished hateful things on them and they were
not detoured. They were asking him what he thought would happen if
they tipped him over and he promised to beat them to death. They
overbalanced the porta-potty and it sloshed onto its side. That is
when we all decided on the run away plan and we cut the rope and
headed for the hills. John emerged a little upset and hell bent on
revenge but was restrained by the other leaders from actually killing
us. We punished by having to clean up the porta-potty and pick up
all of the trash from the whole camp but street cred costs, and we
were willing to pay because that was worth it. He actually was quite
reasonable about our food and supplies after that so it worked how we
wanted.
