You sit on the floor and break out one of your Jell-O snack packs because, "There's always room for J-E-L-L-O!". Seconds later, this "Freddy" guy shows himself. But it's not "Freddy", it's "Freddie"! As in Freddie Prinze Jr! He walks up to you and says, "Hey man. I'm a nice guy. Teen girls love me because Hollywood tells them I'm 'a hottie'. If I let you touch my buns can I have some of that Jell-O snack?" "Fuck no!" you scream into his face. Then you pound the hell out of this "teen heartthrob" and finish your Jell-O snack. When you're finished eating the Jell-O snack, you pick up Freddie's lifeless corpse and throw it right through a nearby wall. This created a hole big enough for you to get out of the house. And get out you did! That was quite a messed up little adventure you had there, so you can scratch off the middle-class suburban hell for a Trick Or Treating location. There's only one other
place for you to go to now... You can't believe you didn't think of this earlier. The rich neighborhoods always have the best stuff, because even if they don't give you any of their candy, you can always just steal their gold-plated mailboxes or some shit like that. So you ride your Go-Ped up to the town of Snobton and there are mansions everywhere! Jackpot! This Halloween is going to be a jim-dandy, but first you need a place to sleep because Halloween isn't 'til tomorrow. Sure, you could go back to "The Drunken Bastard Inn" and stay there for another night, but you decide it would be best if you saved what money you have left. You might need it for bail money after tomorrow night anyway! Muahahaha! There's a nice mansion right up the street, you're sure that it would be a perfect place to stay. But they've always got crazy security systems, so how are you gonna get in to spend the night? You decide to: |
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