Separate names with a comma.
Chris: well, gayle has plans or something, and I'm bored, sitting doesn't demand as much physical exertion as... Lots of things
Chris: yes, made out of gold
Chris: *notices gayle* we should form a ninja gang *laughs*
Chris: yes, sometimes I work here over the summer, and raven, you scarfed it down like it'd make you poop golden eggs *laughs*
Chris: yesh
Chris: hey *smiles* I'm glad the pizza guy Is my dad *laughs* otherwise we'd be outta here already
Chris: well, I don't have any clue at all about what to make of gayle... Age doesn't seem unstable to me
Demented mommy
(I'm tired... Night mordici and pie)
Chris: *slightly confused* the pizzas already paid for, you wanna sit and think gayle? I bet it'd be fine if we left you to talk and stuff
Chris: sorry gayle... I don't know what to do...
Mark: alright.
Chris: and I can show you who I am later... For now... *looks at gayle* I'm not sure
Mark: alright, I'm sorry then *smiles* I can introduce you guys to a bunch of the people roaming around camp
Chris: oh, I yell because I lost my mind somewhere...
Chris: what?
Chris: no, not at all
Chris: *looks at the picture* what does kris know?
Mark: *totally chill* thank goodness
Chris: *laughs* I yell all the time... And gayle, I don't know, sorry...