[That's part of the reason he doesn't think this is them. They only cared about order as far as he could tell, not saving people that could be saved. He'd seen all the people they'd callously sent to their deaths in the Void. Sure, some of them were real assholes, but not all of them. They'd sent Laura there! CUTE, NOT SO LITTLE ANYMORE, LAURA.]

There's the other mission people got sent on. Maybe they're all getting fucked on while we're sitting here making crafts? [Is Wade bothered about that idea? Not really. Although Nate had gone on that mission, and he'd rather he didn't get brutally murdered.]

You can do whatever your little hedgehog heart desires! S'mores are whatever you want them to be! Just so long as you're smashing a marshmallow browned or horribly charred over a campfire with something chocolate in-between two pieces of something, be it Graham cracker, cookie, or... I don't know, ice-cream sandwich? Go nuts. The world is your oyster.