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They mention real places and names like Philip Glass ( this man, not the composer), Kendall Jones and Walter Palmer. They chat about their parents' "game rooms", different types of guns and ammunition, and the most strategic ways to subdue wild animals before execution. If this is roleplay, I think to myself, it's really fucking good roleplay. And, wow, do they seem clued-up on trophy hunting.
I'm told to "get some balls" and that, "seriously, you'll love it if you try it." I continue to shrug them off till they eventually return to their own conversation. I'm branded a hypocrite and briefly teased by the three of them. I tell the man that hunting isn't really for me, despite the fact I eat meat.